2 Halfshav skilled veteran guards, Domino, A Pridehall Highlands Cow named Sunflower arrive, following Brianna.

Brahm, a large iridescent plumed raven, Voss, an icy-eyed Northlands Malsatian arrive, following Morrighan.

Damien Pierce - A Charming Assistant, 1 Redreef Warden, 1 Order of the Firebird, 2 House Crovane Guards arrive, following Mikani.

Mikani has joined the a stone encircled fire pit centered within a natural clearing.

3 Armed Confessors, Conall, a huge, friendly, sable Wolfhound dog with bright platinum eyes, Ylva, an impressively-large, silvery Wolfhound with bright gold eyes, Atanas Pandev, a wry, stalwart escort, Colm Teague, the stolid adjunct of ice-blue eyes, Ash, a fearless grey fuzzball of cuteness with butter-yellow eyes arrive, following Sunaia.

An area has been cleared in the middle of the grove away from the trees. Rocks have been placed and a pile of wood has been arranged so that the fire will burn inward and minimize chances of surprise movement within the fire. Princess Mother Drea stands near the spot, a burning torch in her hand. SHe's covered in a warm cloak, though the hood is pulled back to reveal her face. Her hair is a mess of sticks and pinecones and looks to be an absolute mess, even with an unlit stick of incense sticking upward in one spot. She waits for people to gather around, long logs a safe distance from the fire as well as several benches so that people can be close to the warmth. There's also a table with hot drinks, booze and some treats from the Redrain kitchens.

After a few minutes, the Princess raises her hand. "Welcome, one and all! Welcome to the Stone Grove. This place is sacred to the Spirits, but also to the Faith and is known as a spot that is important to Petrichor. Fire is not something that I might use in worship to Petrichor, but the ashes from this fire will be gathered and carefully spread into fields and flower beds in order to fertilize them for the next growing season. So in this, we can offer to the Spirits of fire, to Lagoma, and to Petrichor. Though I am not of the Faith and I do not profess to lead anything but an offering to the Spirits of Fire and Smoke." She looks around the circle. "Please join me in a moment of quiet as we light the fire and share our intention." She steps up close to where the wood lays in readiness."

"Spirits of Fire and Smoke, on this cold winter day, we come here to this Sacred Grove to show our thanks for the Spirits of Fire and Smoke," Drea starts. "Fire cleanses things and makes it ready to begin anew. Smoke clears the air and shows us the movement of the Wind. Many things can be revealed in smoke as it rises from a Fire and so they often work together. We gain benefit from these spirits on a daily basis, and so we take this moment to give thanks. We make this offering asking /nothing/ in return, just to make an offering showing our gratitude. We pray that it will be received as we intend, in respect and honor."

Drea takes a small flask from her pocket and takes off the lid before pouring the contents on the wood. It's tucked away before she touches the flame from the torch in her hand to the wood. She must have added booze because the wood flares alight as she steps back. "Please stay here as long as you like. Give your own offering to Fire and Smoke as you like, and enjoy the gift if its warmth in this cold season." She steps back again, putting the torch out in a nearby bucket of water with a soft word.

Drea has joined the a stone encircled fire pit centered within a natural clearing.

Drifa arrives, following Tython.

If the fire is the draw, the grove is a benefit. Lady Beatrice, a fish out of water in the Redrain ward, is bundled warmly and blows clouds into her gloved hands as she takes in the garden. Alone save for the company of a stoic guard, she finds a place triangulated near the fire and a table with steaming drinks, accepting one with a gracious smile from an attendant. Then she turns to observe Drea from over its rim, dark eyes politely curious. Reining in a Lycene tongue to respect the silence, she sips - hissing at the heat of the drink - and turns her attention speculatively to the flaring bonfire.

Wrapped in a cloak because it's definitely chilly, he keeps the hood up, but it wouldn't be a surprise to assume that the mix of features and the signs that he maaaaay have been in a fight recently given the swelling that can be seen near one cheek might hint that the Black Tooth of Caina has made his way out to brave a foe more vile than any he's met in combat - the chill. But bonfires that hint at having a drink and making offerings for good reasons are enough to bring him out...for a few minutes at least. Lifting a bottle, he raises it after Drea's speaking and pours out a bit. "That's a sip of alcohol I'll never get back. I hope the Spirits recognize the sacrifice this is." To no one in particular he mutters under his breath, "Though I'm pretty sure there's a few nights I drank enough spirits /I/ could have been one...maybe..." he says with a suave little grin while finding a place to sit. Specifically a place close to the warmth of the fire.

Moros has joined the a stone encircled fire pit centered within a natural clearing.

Drake has joined the a stone encircled fire pit centered within a natural clearing.

Skaldia enters the grove quietly, hood drawn up against the snow as she slips slowly towards the fire, sticking somewhat to the shadows for now. Her expression is watchful, movements measured and cautious, as those of someone slightly out of her element. As Petrichor is mentioned, she smiles a little to herself, and by the time Drea has finished her welcome, Skaldia has relaxed a little more, lowering her hood and stepping closer to the flames, coming into the circle of light that the fire casts over the grove. For now, she's still watching, quiet, but curious, studying the flames for several long moments before turning that intense gaze to glance over the others in attendance.

Skaldia has joined the a stone encircled fire pit centered within a natural clearing.

Drake was a little bored today and feeling listless, so, hearing about a gathering happening in the firepit he decided to wander over and see who might be in attendance. He usually prefers events outside of heavy clothing, but in this weather, he has his coat bundled up tight at least until he gets to the fire side and finds himself a seat to settle down in. He plops down in a casual, comfortable way by the fireside, and removes his gloves so the fire itself can better warm his hands.

Almost bounding with excitement Poppy arrives fresh from Bonespire dressed in furs and impractical white lace. No guards. No attendants. Nothing. She hasn't spotted anyone she knows, so she regardlessly goes and plops herself by the fire "Hi. I'm Poppy and I just arrived today. Gosh! Isn't the fire magnificent? I hope the spirits love it as much as I do."

Poppy has joined the a stone encircled fire pit centered within a natural clearing.

1 Crimson Blades Sergeant, 1 Crimson Blades Lieutenant, 1 Crimson Blades Private, Akkar arrive, following Cillian.

Drifa has joined the a stone encircled fire pit centered within a natural clearing.

Tython has joined the a stone encircled fire pit centered within a natural clearing.

Beatrice has joined the a stone encircled fire pit centered within a natural clearing.

The white lady Ashford, having refrained from wearing her usual crimson-and-ebon coat, stands to the rear of the grove with her pack of animals - a furry, silvery Wolfhound and its mate, one of sable, both standing hip-high. In Sunaia's arms is a fuzzy, smoke-colored cat with bright yellow eyes, his fur a shade darker than the fog-hued color of the lady's own coat. To bear this winter weather, though, Sunaia is draped in black mink that shimmers almost blue in the firelight. She wears no hood, allowing the snow to fall upon her nearly-snow-white hair; her mood is somber, curious - and quiet as her moon-like gaze flicks across the scene. She lifts a small smile to Drake, whom she recognizes; but, if he doesn't notice, he could hardly be blamed.

Where there's a promise of fire (and booze), one can be assured that there will be a Morrighan loitering, somewhere. True to form, perhaps, the Sword of Farhaven does indeed lurk about the treeline bordering the clearing, bundled warmly in a fur cloak. Her fur-swaddled boots crunch lightly into the snow with each step taken as the dame continues meandering about, most prominently in the Princess Mother's direction. A massive canine pads along at her side, quiet, though is watchful of everything and anything with icy blue eyes. Whenever the ceremony begins, and Drea starts speaking, the redhead stills, listening attentively, one head cocked to one side, and a small smile curves her mouth. Offering a respectful silence throughout, she does lift a golden flask to her lips, tips it forward, and takes a brief pull.

Mirk arrives a little early, so that he can see the prayers and the offerings made. He remains standing through them, his head bowed respectfully, his arms folded over his chest. Once it's done, he doesn't join the crowd around the firepit immediately, but rather remains lingering nearby, as if watching over the crowd with interest. He has Aegis at his side, and the dog pads closer to the firepit and curls up nearby for warmth. Evidently, the dog isn't nearly as stubborn as his master.

Moros looks over at Drake. "Does it work? The taking off the gloves thing? I fear that if I do the snow will freeze them long before the heat of the fire can do any good? It's chilly enough I was actually wondering if it was too late in life to take up firewalking." The Inverno Lord has definitely done no such thing, as of yet, keeping himself as covered as possible before looking over to Poppy and her...enthusiastic...arrival. He starts to say something, mouth opening, lips parting as if there would be a speech but then he just closes his mouth, and takes another swig.

Allong comes Tython, trudging his way along and looking around as he goes, he's walking with Drifa, and speaking to her as they go. "A lot better here, s'far as the weather goes." His faintly graveled voice turned down low in volume, and going silent as they approach the area of the bonfire. Just in time to watch the lighting ceremony, before his pale, crystaline blue eyes start scanning his surroundings and the tan-skinned sailor pulls his ruddy wool garments a bit more securely. "Right, where's th'booze." He mutters with a smile.

Morrighan has joined the by the evergreen grove.

Drea has left the a stone encircled fire pit centered within a natural clearing.

Drea steps out of the spot around the bonfire to make room for the others. She tugs up her hood and then makes her way toward a bench by the trees. Her fox runs up at her feet and follows her over to the bench where she sits.

Drake gives Sunaia a nod, his expression cheering as he sees someone he recognizes. Then he reaches into his coat... it takes him a second to find his own flask. "As long as the fire's burning, it works just fine," he says to Moros. He offers him a nip, if he wants it. "Drake Wyrmguard, a pleasure to meet you." He looks around the fire, seeing a lot of new faces, though faces often look different when they're underlit by flame. His eyes meet Skaldia's for a second as she's also scanning the crowd, and he gives her another nod and a smile when they make eye contact.

Drifa Follows Tython chatting away less watchful than usual and very respectfully watches Drea do her openening.

Poppy can't help but hear Moros. "There's a trick to it." Wasting no time and with the same amount of enthusiasm, she scoots to join him. She doesn't wait for permission and steals his hands bringing them closer to the fire. "You should get a friend to aid you. See. Now they're warm before the gloves even come off." She laughs brightly as she removes Moros's gloves. "Are you from the south? I heard most southerners complain about the cold here."

Cillian comes into the grove trailed along behind him by a large caribou both seem to walk light on their feet, he is dressed in leathers and the carinou had a saddle and reins on it. Cillian moves the two off to be near some trees watching the area and the fire with his hazel eyes.

Eventually, Sunaia steps over to Mirk, dipping her head in a respectful nod to the shaman. "Lord Mirk," Sunaia greets him. "I heard about the bonfire and thought it best if I come... and learn a little something about your spirits." She smiles again to her cousin, Drake, and nods again to him, then turns a little more towards Mirk and lowers her voice.


Asher's not usually one for rituals, or anything that really has anything 'formal' attached to it. But considering there's food and drink and it's in the Redrain section of the city... Well, he can make an excuse this time. When he does arrive, it's in some lovely white Aeterna cloth, something that looks somehow not fit for him. Certainly, it fits his body in shape, but he wears it like it should chafe more; clearly, he's not yet used to wearing such finery. A commoner among nobles, perhaps. And so, of course, he makes his way to get a drink first, something light, yet still alcoholing. Pints of beer? Definitely. He does look over those gathered of course, to see whom he recognizes, and some people do get an appreciative nod or wave.

Mirk has joined the by the evergreen grove.

Sunaia has joined the by the evergreen grove.

Skaldia offers a little smile and nod as Drake catches her eye, and she ducks her head feeling just slightly self-conscious and awkward. Big gatherings are not her usual thing. "Skaldia. Harrow. It's nice to meet you all," she offers to the group at large, not overly loud as to intrude on any other conversations. "It's a lovely fire," she adds, glancing around for Drea. "Thank you for hosting."

Drea has joined the by the evergreen grove.

The fire and the drink are warming, but it is with brow knit that Beatrice breaks her attention from the gathering to the large... horse moose... following behind Cillian. Her mouth twitches with wry amusement.

Mikani comes from a dinner so she's in a mixture of clothing good for a dinner and good for being outside. She smiles at the beginning ritual and she looks up and watches Drea move off. Her dark eyes move around the group and she enjoys the warmth of them. The warmth of people as well as the fire. She murmurs a thank you to the spirits.

Tython has left the a stone encircled fire pit centered within a natural clearing.

"O' course it's lovely. It's fire," comes a muttering from Morrighan as she tugs on the hood of her cloak, the movement resulting in a flash of gold silk interior before it flops down atop her head. Though a distance from the bonfire, she appears content enough to watch the flames, and takes a comfortable lean against a nearby evergreen. Somewhere in the branches above there's a rustling, and a small clump of snow thumps down, followed by a muttering croak of a caw. Brahm. He's up there, somewhere. "Now's not th'tie y'feathered bastard," she remarks to the treetops. "Behave t'night, for once."

"Moros Inverno," is answered back to the Wyrmguard and an even wider smile at the offer of a drink. "Don't mind if..." but the words are cut off as his hands are moved not towards the offer of something warming and hopefully alcoholic, but instead are being redirected under Poppy's direction. Looking to Drake's offering like a hungry man staring into the pub through the glass, his gaze is forced to look to the fire and then back to the bundle of energy who has laid claim to his hands. Of course, closer to the fire like that one can watch the rise of mist as the damp gloves warm under the heat of the fire in contrast to the freezing elements outside. "Yes...from the South. Where we'd only wear this many clothes....well...never," he says playfully but seems to have resigned himself to his fate and momentary obstacle towards the beverage, gaze looking about to see if anyone else has a personal how-to-warm-your-hands instructor.

Tython has joined the a stone encircled fire pit centered within a natural clearing.

Drea walks over to the spot where Morrighan hides beneath the trees and she leans over to offer a hug and a kiss on the cheek before saying something softly to Redrain's Sword. She smiles at Mirk and nods in greeting at Sunaia.

Drake gestures to the somewhat shy Skaldia, trying to be friendly about it. "Well now, have a seat, get comfortable. It seems like an opportunity to meet some new people. I promise I at least don't bite." He looks for a moment at Beatrice, but... only her, for a second, and then over his shoulder at instead what she is looking at, in turn. He chuckles. "Does feel a bit like the wilds out here, doesn't it?" Moros, unfortunately for him, loses his hands, so Drake shrugs and takes the sip from his flask himself.

Poppy is absolutely oblivious to the missed drink opportunity. Her emerald eyes shine with happy excitement at helping the poor southerner. "Really? Gosh. This is the Furtherest south I've ever been and pretty sure I'm freeze to death if I walked around naked." She pauses and then asks, "Do southerners really walk about naked? Don't you worry about things being injured? I imagine riding a horse naked would be so uncomfortable." Luckily, she releases his hands to rub her derriere in sympathy.

Drifa stops exceedingly close to the fire for a moment staring into the few coals already forming at the bottom she mutters a few sentences and bows her head before stepping back and taking a seat still very near but not *melt your face off* near.

Tython wanders over toward the bonfire first, looking around quietly, soaking up a bit of the warmth there for a time. He watches Drifa do her thing but just remains close to the fire and still for a moment, before he eventually steps around the fire, the wool-wrapped pirate makes his way toward the table directly, no longer watching the interactions of others gathered here, he does offer Drea a big smile and a wave of the hand, since she's hosting, right? I mean she seems to be, it's only polite! Soon he's got one of those warm drinks, giving it a sniff before he tips it back for a gulp!

"Refreshing, hm?" Beatrice answers to Drake after another look to Cillian's companion. Her smile is brief, lips pursed against the cold. "Different." From her vantage, she can observe Moros and Poppy, dark eyes flashing with humor, before she again studies the fire and, by necessity, Drifa. "I understand the tempation to dive in, clothed or otherwise."

Skaldia gives a quiet laugh, but nods in thanks to Drake's offer as she moves to sit. "I spend much of my time with wild animals, so not biting is a pleasant surprise," she notes wryly. She settles nearer to the fire, pushing her cloak a little further back as she does, to let the warmth in. She draws in a deep breath and then nods. "I can almost imagine I'm in the woods," she agrees, glancing over to Beatrice and then back to the flame. Poppy's question makes her eyebrows rise a bit and she can't help but glance over towards her and Moros, now curious about the answer herself.

Cillian pats the animals head gently as it head butts his arm, he spots Drea and Morrighan and moves over to them, "Dame Morrighan, Mother Bear." he greets them both. "May I join you?" he asks in a soft voice.

That makes sense to Drake, who nods toward Skaldia. Then he looks at Beatrice, giving her a slight up-down look, perhaps to admire her cloak. She may not notice if her eyes are on the fire. "Do you prefer outside the city as well? Or just the change of pace?"

Moros hears the question from Poppy, and her question draws a short but loud little bellow. "Well...I don't imagine that we do much horse riding in our typical summer state of undress, but you are correct that it's not a great idea. And most certainly not one to do here. I recommend you use what seems to be good instincts and avoid it for now. When you come further south than the frozen north...well then perhaps it is something you can give a try." Poppy seems to take Moros out of his normal sarcastic nature and into one far more amused instead. His gaze does flick around the grove, wondering at what others do besides drink and stay warm near the fire.

Giving the Princess Mother a fond hug, Morrighan softly converses with the Redrain, though her focus occasionally shifts to Mirk, and an amused smirk tugs at the corners of her mouth. Her flask is lifted for another drink, and the redhead slides her eyes over in Cillian's direction, gesturing for the Sword to join them.

Elizabetta, a disapproving lady-in-waiting, Lily, an aloof lady-in-waiting, 2 Grayson House Guards, Clark, an exasperated guard, Niklas arrive, following Sabella.

Poppy chatters back happily with Moros. "Well, everything is further south. Up until I was a teenager I lived in what was considered the Everwinter. But, I've heard stories about the lyceum. How the sun shines all day and people only drink wine. But the wine is spat in first." She looks up to Moros, "Do you spit in whiskey too?"

Inhaling through her nose - and regreting the decision as the cold stings - Beatrice takes a cautious sip of her drink before looking back to Drake and Skaldia. "It takes little imagination, I think, messere," she offers with a gesture over the grove and its tangling vegetation. Dark eyes narrow, study Drake fleetingly. "I enjoy the different." She blinks, glances to Poppy and Moros, weighs the opportunity of rescuing him from effusive curiosity, and then decides to continue drinking in entertained peace.

Arriving all bundled up against the cold and with a bottle in one hand and Prince Niklas on the other, Sabella arrives with a brilliant smile, all red cheeked and bright eyed, "What a wonderful idea for a party!"

Skaldia follows Beatrice's gesture and the nods, having to agree with that. "Yes, you are quite right. A far cry from the crowded lowers; I had little idea there could be such a place within the city proper." As Moros answers Poppy's question, she looks back to the pair, having to laugh a little, even as she ducks her head.

"Ahh," Drake says, leaning back slightly with a gesture at Beatrice, as if to say, 'no more information needed.' "You appreciate variety. Now that I like. A sense of adventure." He hears Poppy then asking about spitting in whiskey, and that causes him to chuckle, shaking his head slightly. He looks at Skaldia and asides, "The barmaids in the lowers all say they promise not to spit in my drinks, so I try to take their word for it."

Tython stands at the drink table for a few moments, before he reaches for another one and carries it over to the bonfire, over to Drifa, offering it over to her with that big jovial grin of his. "Nice feckin' night eh?" He then asks in a jovial tone that matches his expression, before he takes another drink of the warm liquid.

"It's cold outside, so make it warm. I do believe that's generally accomplished by going indoors, but I suppose a nice crackling fire is a good way to encourage togetherness and that sort of thing." Niklas leans around his wife to look at the bottle. "What did you bring, anyway? They're talking about spitting in drinks. Is that a thing now? Should we spit in it? The North is an odd place."

Drifa accepting Tythons offer and saying "Thank you" before taking a sip and looking back at the fire.

Moros just laughs. "No...it's not." But then he can't help it. He's been so well behaved so far, that a little fun must be had. "The proper thing with whiskey is to spit in another person's drink. I think you're confusing how we drink our wine with how we drink whiskey. It's a common thing," he offers, completely sincere in his tone before he looks to the side, catching the gaze of a few about the fire before he just quirks the corner of his mouth in a wry smile and tries to trust the Poppy and takes them off, letting the heat from the flames do its thing. "That is something we have now in common. I have never been as far North as you speak of, in the same way you have not been to the south."


Having fetched his drink, and kept watch of who might be here, Asher decides to find a place to sit, finally. He finds that seat, and it happens to be near - but not right next to - Lord Mirk. That's probably the best spot - mostly out of the way, not gathered near people. Looks like he has a lot on his mind anyway.

Niklas has joined the a stone encircled fire pit centered within a natural clearing.

Sabella and Niklas make, as always, a dazzling entrance and Beatrice pauses her reply to Drake to look back to them. "It is now a party in truth as well as form." Shivering, Beatrice relinquishes her drink to an attendant, before stepping around benches to approach the fire, nearly so far as Drifa and Tython. "It's not the spitting I would fear," she answers to the group in passing. "And variety is necessary. A solemn duty." She does not sound very solemn. Frowning, however, in truth, she moves cold hands into pockets to look for something to offer to the fire. She finds a letter and, satisfied, crumples it and tosses it to the flames.

Asher has joined the by the evergreen grove.

Drea looks over as Cillian walks up and she smiles at him. "Oh! Hello, Cillian. As far as I am concerned, you are welcome to join us. Of course. How are you?"

Skaldia can't help but wrinkle her nose a bit at all this talk of spitting in drinks. "That's... very trusting of you," she replies to Drake, her tone implying she's not so sure she would be so trusting. She glances out beyond the flames as some new voices join them, but it is hard to make out more than shadows beyond the circle of light. But she offers nods of greeting as they join the circle.

Mikani makes her way to stand by Asher. "Good to see you again ... everyone has told me how much they love my new bracelet." She murmurs quietly to him.

Sabella beams at Beatrice, "Lady Beatrice! How wonderful to see you and what a lovely greeting, thank you! Don't mind my husband, he tends to only hear what he wants to and make up the parts he thinks work better. Writers," she moves closer to the fire since she's not a notherner and needs it.

Sabella has joined the a stone encircled fire pit centered within a natural clearing.

"Welcome, welcome," Drake says to Niklas and Sabella as they make their way around the fire. He taps his heel for a moment, thoughtfully, and takes another nip from his flask of whiskey. "Now that I agree," he says to Beatrice. "I really should be spending more time in the Lycene. It has a lot of variety to offer." To Skaldia, he shakes his head slightly, still smiling. "Ah, I know. But I try to tip them well."

From near the evergreen grove where she sits on a bench beside Drea, Sunaia notes the Grayson prince and princess, lifting a brief smile to the pair before turning her attention back to Mirk.

Brianna has joined the by the evergreen grove.

Brianna wanders over to Mirk and Drea, a young ginger boy at her side. The boy has a mug of hot cider and seems pleased at punch to be out of bed past his bedtime.

1 Crimson Blades Sergeant have been dismissed.

1 Crimson Blades Lieutenant have been dismissed.

1 Crimson Blades Private have been dismissed.

Akkar have been dismissed.

Poppy steals the gloves from Moros and laughs brightly "The south is so very odd." Hearing Niklas, she turns her beaming smile to him. "Oh no. Not the north. Ew. It's the south that likes the taste of spit in drinks. I'm Poppy by the way. Lady Poppy Stahlben. I just arrived today." Looking at Moros's long fingers she practically cheers him, "See. Nice and toasty."

Kessen, a white-tailed eagle arrives, following Ezra.

Sir Floppington the Soulful Hound arrives, following Rowenova.

Sir Floppington the Soulful Hound arrives, following Rowenova.

Niklas raises a hand to Beatrice. "Lady Beatrice! Always good to see you. You should have come out to dinner at Kennex Kay. Get in a little pre-drinking before the bonfire." He drops down next to his wife by the bonfire and looks around the bonfire before spotting Mikani. "Hello, Lady Mikani!" Then, looking between the two, "Introduce us to everyone. I don't know who-" He spies Brianna and perks up. "Oh, I found her axe once. It was very nice. Probably. I don't know from axes. It was certainly sharp. That's something you want in an axe, right?"

Rowenova has joined the by the evergreen grove.

Eira, 2 Bone Wardens arrive, following Volcica.

Tython clears his throat. "Yeah, nobody's spittin'n my whiskey." He says with a little grin, his eyes and somewhat darkened teeth glinting in the firelight. "Not that I aint had te drink worse'n my time." He mutters then with more of a smirk.

Svana runs into the area - literally running, though it does leave her wheezing. "What did I miss?" She says to no one in particular, looking around for friendly faces. She starts heading toward some lovely fresh water in lieu of alcohol, her long hair swinging behind her. Almost down to her lower back now. She looks about curiously, keeping away from the light of the fire for now.

Ezra makes his way into the stone grove, somewhat surprised at the sight of an assembly as opposed to the solitude. Rather than veer off to himself, he makes his way somewhat towards the group. He seems to consider the crowd at a glance, looking for anyone of familiarity while still lingering towards the outer edge of the ring of people.

Beatrice watches her parchment burn before whirling to greet Sabella. "Then I am doubly fortunate," answers the Lycene, "to have both your company and your attention." With sleek gallantry, she offers to take Sabella's hand and to press to it a winter-chilled kiss. "Your Highness," she adds for Niklas's benefit, her head tilting politely. "We have many here who seek, ah, variety. I can think of no better company than this to provide it." She snaps her fingers, the sound muffled by her gloves. "And I need to catch up with our good Lords Kennex. I had heard they are back in the city. To that, I should return to a more dull circumstance. I wish you all an interesting evening."

Moros looks at the stolen gloves and ponders a moment, before he attributes it to the event. "Bring a gift, isn't that what the announcement said?" He rises though and smiles down to Poppy. "I wish you well in your new surroundings, oh bundle of limitless enthusiasm it would seem." He is entertained though, and then nods warmly to the others. "Here is hoping the spirits treat you kindly, fair fellow freezing guests." He chuckles quietly at Tython's proclamation, smile broadening. "My work here is done." And with that, as casually as he arrived, so too does Moros make his way off to head back to the warmth once more. Warmth of what? At this point it probably doesn't matter....

Brianna hears Niklas talking about her axe and walks over. "What's that about my axe?" She turns to the boy at her side. "Caleb, introduce yourself to Prince Niklas." The boy at her side straightens up. "Hello, Prince Niklas. I'm Caleb, ward of House Halfshav." Brianna nods approvingly at his manners.

Brianna drops Caleb, ward of House Halfshav.

"Oh, well. That would help," Skaldia agrees, nodding to Drake. "More for them to lose if they get caught." As the conversations begin to grow in number, she looks between them, trying to follow them all and thus struggling to follow any of them. "Skaldia Harrow," she adds with a small wave, for the benefit of the newcomers.

Asher looks to Mikani with a happy smile, and a small wave, just before he chugs down quite a bit of his beer. "Aye? Well, it -is- being worn by you, so I don't see how it could go wrong." Flatterer. "And it's star iron. Hard to say that such a metal isn't beautiful, even when in raw form."

Moros has left the a stone encircled fire pit centered within a natural clearing.

Rysen drifts into the Stone Grove glancing toward Tython at the mention of spitting in whiskey. A grin flashes over his features and he makes his way over to Mikani, looking for some whiskey of his own. When he spots Mirk near the evergreen grove, and when he's found a glass of liquor, he raises it in greeting to the Elder of the Spirit Walkers.

Volcica strolls into the grove soon after Svana and Ezra, moving at a far more relaxed pace. She looks thoughtful, dark eyes glancing about the Grove for familiar faces and a general sense of the gathtering.

Mirk raises his hip flask in reply to Rysen's greeting, and comments to Brianna, "He's the one that found where it was hidden, when we were scouting on your trail."

Rysen has joined the a stone encircled fire pit centered within a natural clearing.

Happily reciprocating, Rowenova snugs up Morrighan against her wolf furs, doing so with one arm. "Thank you for letting me know." Then, she peeks over to the pilfering paraphanalia before shifty eyeing after what Mirk just spake.

Mikani smiles at Niklas and bows her head. "Well there are many people here ... and I don't know who you know or who you don't .... There is Elder Mirk, he is one of the heads of the Spirit Walkers. There is Lord Drake, a flirt. Lady Brianna, wonderful fighter and arm wrestler. Dame Morrighan, Firefly. Master Asher, he makes the best jewelry. Lady Sunaia, explorer. Princess Drea ... High Shaman and my Patron. Mistress Svana, Market Whisperer and the more beautiful of the Fabron couple. Don't tell Jules I said that. Mistress Rowenova ... expert scout and eating champion. Lady Volcica, Shaman of the Bonespire. The others I am afraid I don't know well enough to be good at introducing them." She blushes softly.

Mikani also steals a kiss from Rysen.

Sabella seems very amused by the kiss of her hand from Beatrice, "You missed a gathering of the Kennex boys tonight actually! As you can imagine it got very loud and many a bit of food was thrown," she grins at Niklas, what with him having previosly been one of them, then gives bright waves towards Rowenover, "Scout Rowenova was there as well for a time! Lady Brianna, hello. And hello Caleb! It is nice to meet you." As Mikani starts making introductions she listens carefully, looking from face to face.

Poppy is still holding the stolen gloves. "Oh... hmm." She tucks the gloves into a small bag at her waist when she turns to grab some mulled wine when she spots Volcica and squeals in pure excitement and bounds over to her cousin in a flurry of golden hair and furs. "Vola!"

Drake looks around again, and cranes his head back as there are more newcomers in approach. Seeing Svana and Volcica both, he gives them nods of greeting, though his eyes rest on Volcica longer. He gestures for her to come sit if she likes. Then Mikani introduces him so bluntly that he just cannot help but laugh. "Well, she has me all figured out, does she not?" He might have just been watching Beatrice go when he was called out that way.

Svana moves over toward Asher, hugging him from behind in a playful manner. "Did you get the clothes I sent? You can have my backpack if you like. I hope you liked them," she says, before she looks around. Of course Mikani and Rysen get a huge wave. She looks at Poppy, then at Volcica, giving them a smile - albeit somewhat uncertain. She comes around to Asher's front to show him something, tucking her hair behind her ears. "Look, look what Lord Rysen gave me for a wedding present," she says, showing off the star iron earrings.

Brianna gets Caleb, ward of House Halfshav.

Brianna has left the by the evergreen grove.

Niklas nods to Mirk. "What Lord Mirk said. When we were on the hunt for you, my cousin Ian and Rysen I found your axe. Of course I didn't know it was yours, but I saw Dame Ida's maker's mark. Pretended that I thought she was selling to shavs. Some Grayhope got very upset on her behalf. It was quite humorous. Well, to me." He looks to Caleb and offers the bow deeper than he gives to the Queen. "Well met, Caleb. I'm Prince Niklas Grayson. Technically I am actually a Grayson, but considering the way Princes Laric and Ainsley still grumble when I walk past, I might still be on a trial period."

Beatrice has left the a stone encircled fire pit centered within a natural clearing.

1 Malespero guard leaves, following Beatrice.

Lifting a brief smile to Mikani and Rysen as she's introduced by the Crovane lady, Sunaia turns to greet Rowenova, then to consider the others gathered in the grove. "Hello, Scout Rowenova. ...Oh, are you a jeweler?" she then asks Asher. "I've been meaning to have a few things made - with Lisebet's advice. Your work is very nice."

Svana has joined the by the evergreen grove.

Skaldia listens to Mikani's introductions from where she sits by the fire, finding them rather useful herself since she doesn't know many people here. Trying to put names to faces, she catches Drake's comment and can't help but give a small laugh. "Goodness... There is a lot of people here," she mutters to no one in particular, looking around at the crowd.

Rysen, in his cups from the Kennex dinner, kisses Mikani without as much discression as he should probably exericse. Drake's response to Mikani's introduction causes Rysen to laugh as well. "Lord Drake took the top prize at the Gold Order's recent tournament. Whatever his charm, his skill in arms is beyond question."

Overhearing a little of the explanation Niklas's gives of finding Brianna's axe to Caleb, Rysen laughs, before turning his eyes pass to Svana, with no small amount of pride to see her showing off her earrings. In greeting to Sunaia, Rysen raises his whiskey glass. "His work is exquisite by all accounts," says Rysen of Asher's jewelry.

Ezra glances over the crowd further and eventually spots someone he gives a nod to but otherwise remains largely silent and somewhat removed from the crowd but not bothered by the isolation in large part.

Drake touches himself on the chest, gesturing. "Lady Mikani, I am a knight and Champion first, and a Wyrmguard besides." He nips from his flask again. "But I suppose if you're being quite honest, but at least my reputation precedes me." With a nod to Skaldia. "I suppose getting out by the fire was a popular idea." He offers her the flask, if she has any interest in it. "Was considering hiring a jeweler once but she apparently couldn't get away from her current patron," he muses, perhaps just because it is a new topic at hand.


"Hmm. Oh, aye," Asher notes to Sunaia, "I'm a je-" and then Svana hugs him from behind, excitedly showing him the earrings! He looks closer at them, looking appreciative. "Very nice. Praesodymium, hard to work properly, at least with star iron as the base... Whoever made them does good work." But these weren't made by him. He smiles and kisses Svana on the forehead, chuckling happily. "I'm sure Jules will be both jealous and prideful that Lord Rysen bought them for you. It'll be funny to see his reaction." When Niklas says 'some Grayhope', Asher turns to speak. "Prince Niklas, that was me; I couldn't tell if you were joking, and I couldn't abide an insult to a fellow crafter. Knowing it was a joke does help see you in a better light by far, though." And the smile Asher has? Actually genuine. But, back to Sunaia: "Anyway. A jeweler. I've a shop on the Honor Walk, Diamonds In The Rough. Stop on by when you've the time, we'll talk gems." When he then hears about Rysen's appraisal, Asher seems a bit flustered. "You flatter me, Lord Rysen."

Drake gives Rysen a nod of acknoweldgement as well, and a grin in thanks.

Tython finishes his drink off and has the mind to leave the cup over at the table. "Alright I gotta' head back'n check on somethin'." He says to Drifa. "Nice talkin' to ya, maybe seeya later." He grins brightly and starts sauntering on up the path again.

Mikani smiles at Drake. "Lord Drake ... there is nothing wrong with being a flirt. You can be a flirt and a Knight. My husband flirts all the time ... yet he is a very upstanding Knight and Inquisitor." Mika kisses Rysen's cheek. "If you are going to hire a jeweler though ... I do recommend Master Asher. He is amazing. He just made this bracelet for me ... and it was better than I could have imagined."

Tython has left the a stone encircled fire pit centered within a natural clearing.

Sabella laughs, "I don't think you're on trial anymore, my love, considering the marriage contract, the rings, and the four children," she seems very amused by that thought, though. To Asher she says, "My husband is very clever and I fear that not everyone clues into his particular wit right away," she gives Nik a fond smile, then looks over at the ring Svana is showing off, "My that is lovely!"

Volcica looks to Mikani at the introductions, bowing her head when her name is called and offering a slight smile for the Crovane. Her lips part, likely to say something, but then.. Poppy happens. It's hard to miss the golden hair, currently reflecting firelight, and the absurdly bubbly voice that calls to her! "Poppy? You made it! I heard you were coming down; I'm glad you made it." A small smile, but now there's much more warmth in it. She lifts a hand to Drake, as well! She'll probably be over in a moment.

Drifa stretches out so her feet are resting directly next to the fire, likely her shoes are melting but it doesn't seem to bother her.

"I do not, Master Asher," replies Rysen. He raises Mikani's wrist to Sunaia for evidence, which Mikani herself speaks of. He smiles at his wife, gazing at her for a moment after her words, a flush of color rising to his pale cheeks.

Poppy squeeze Volcica in a bearish hug. It's not the best. She's missing the height the other Stahlben's inherited. "Vola! I did. it took /forever/ Did you realize how long it takes to get to the city?" She hooks her arm through her cousin's and gives her the most puppy dog type eyes she can muster, "Will you introduce me to all your friends? So far I've only talked to one here and he likes to ride naked and spit in whiskey."

"I have a few things in mind; I'll come to see you," Sunaia replies to Asher. "I'm Sunaia, by the way. Lady Sunaia Ashford." She smiles briefly to Svana and nods, "I have a few things we should talk about, also - regarding my order. I'll send Colm over with instructions and we can meet if you need."

Sunaia stands with abrupt grace and snaps her fingers twice; the pair of enormous dogs that were sitting beside her knees stand, as well. "Thank you for sharing the information with me, Highness," Sunaia voices to Drea, sketching a brief smile across her face. "And you, Lord Mirk. I think I will find some tea." She steps away from the grove and to the table where something warm and non-alcoholic is obtained.

Sunaia has left the by the evergreen grove.

Svana clears her throat quietly and steps away from the huge gathering of people. "Yes, Master Asher is the best in the city - take it to from me." Then she thinks about what she said, blushing and walking away. She moves back toward where Ezra is, looking at him. "Come here often?" She asks, more to be a smart ass than anything else. There's a long pause from her after that. "I'm happy you don't have any food to share with me today, I think I might puke it all up."

Svana has left the by the evergreen grove.

Rukhnis comes into the stone grove at a slow limp, pausing briefly when she sees just how many people are gathered here to observe the honouring of fire and smoke, or perhaps only to partake of the free drinks. It's hard to say what the Eurusi woman is here for, though it's likely not the latter. After scanning the area briefly, she crosses the open space to stand by the bonfire, possibly only for its warmth, possibly to pay her silent respects. Her expression doesn't give away much, aside from a pensive look in her eyes as she pauses to study the flames.

Rukhnis has joined the a stone encircled fire pit centered within a natural clearing.

Skaldia smiles to Drake and nods. "I cannot blame them. It has turned out to be an excellent idea," she admits with a shrug. She twists slightly to see the gathering talking about jewellery. "My sister is a jeweler. Cufre Harrow," she remarks. "I've always been amazed and confounded by the art of it."

Niklas raises a hand when he catches sight of Sunaia then looks back to Asher and gives the man a nod. "I use humor as a defense mechanism when I'm horrified. Actually, I tend to use it all the time. It's just easier." When Poppy mentions whiskey spitting he looks over at her, frowning just a bit. "Am I missing out on a new trend? I hate that. I'm going to start spitting in everything."

Glancing briefly to Mikani's wrist as Rysen raises it, Sunaia smiles and nods lightly to the Crovane couple. "Yes, it's very nice. How is it at protecting? I hear star iron is of the best."

She glances aside to Svana and Ezra, but it is Niklas who catches the Ashford's attention. "I don't think it's a trend, just a mistake, Prince Niklas," she grimaces faintly.


Asher scoffs a bit to Rysen, with a wide grin. "Aye, you do, but for some people - including me - that works. You're part of both the Gold Order -and- the House I serve though, so you're already getting a hefty discount... But I do like to hear that my work is appreciated." When Sunaia stands, Asher eyes her a bit, and nods. "A pleasure, Lady Sunaia. Have a lovely evening; I await your messenger with anticipation." When Svana speaks about Asher being the best, he gently nudges her. "Careful there, if I get too many orders, either the price goes up or the quality goes down; I cannot do dozens of orders while taking the proper amount of time." Skaldia meantions her sister, Cufre... Harrow. And that gets his attention. "Aye, we've a Harrow here? Lovely!" Standing, he calls out to Skaldia. "I've not seen a Harrow in a while, how's Amantha? She and Felicia helped set me up my first storefront, I owe them most everything."

Volcica gives a teasing, suffering little sigh as Poppy attaches to her arm. "Well, surely you remember Svana from home? She just got married, and moved out of our hall here. Lady Mikani just did introductions, to an extent.." Volcica gestures to each, of course, and then actually lifts her voice to the group at large. "I'd like you all to meet my cousin, Lady Poppy Stahlben. She's just come down from the Bonespire, and is much more.. sunny than a lot of us." Then, Volcica is edging towards some sort of available alcohol.

Ezra turns his eyes over towards Svana and lifts part of his mouth up in a grin, "Once before." He shifts his direction slightly more directly to her, "You don't have a taste for my food or not feeling well?" His eyes momentarily glance over her but it's brief. He makes a gesture over the place, "Is this a normal thing, a religious service?"

Sabella puts a hand on Nik's chest reassuringly, saying to Poppy, "If you could clarify before that happens I would be very appreciative!" When Drea puts her boots so close to the fire she looks surprised, "Are you from the north where boots can tolerate that sort of thing? I thought it was just the cold that you all were used to, not the heat of the flames, although I suppose that makes sense.

"I spend too much of my knight's salary on jewelry," Drake says, with a chuckle, "And not for myself. But I was considering commissioning a piece in star iron as I've heard they're quite practical in a way." He looks at Skaldia, and he phrases this as a statement though it's partially a question... "The best jewelers seem to have patrons already." He snaps his fingers once, ungloved as they are. "They are snatched right up." Volcica does introductions for the new Lady, and Drake gives Poppy a nod. "Thank you for coming by to bring sunshine along with the snow, then."

Drea gives Sunaia a nod and invites her to come and visit at a later time. She isn't anywhere near the fire, though. She's up beneath the trees, by Morrighan and Mirk. SHe looks at Rowenova and she laughs in delight. "Of course, he did."

Mikani laughs, "Much of my jewelry is Star Iron ... I find it quite practical." Mika sips her rum.

The brunette Northerner calls out to Asher, "If you get too many orders, I shall take up smithing and help you! I could use something else on my plate, I don't feel overwhelmed enough these days!" Svana snickers at that and winks toward him, then turns to Ezra. "I do not feel well, but I do not miss bonfires. I was much more lively before I was pregnant. Used to get drunk and strip and dance at these things. Now I'm married, with child, and quite fucking boring," she tells Ezra with a little laugh. "It's not a religious service. We're just having fun."

"They say it does offer some protection, Inqui - er, My Lady," replies Rysen to Sunaia. "Not every juewler can work with the material, but Master Asher has a gift for working with even the most difficult metals." He grins at Asher and nods. "It's easy to appreciate expertise and beauty in craftsmanship."

Noticing the limping figure of Rukhnis approach the bonfire, Rysen makes his way over, smiling (drunkenly). "How are you feeling?" he asks, his smile fading for a moment, replaced by sincere concern. His eyes pass for a moment to the fire itself. Perhaps a brief prayer is uttered in the mind of the grey-eyed swordsman. "Shall we greet Lord Mirk and Princess Drea?" he asks Rukhnis.

After laughs of her own, Rowenova finally calms down just enough to tell Drea, "Twas amazing!" She swigs down a good amount of the booze bottle in hand.

"Actually, I am not sure whether she has a patron," Skaldia admits, considering Drake's unasked question. "We do not spend near enough time together, really. Something we both swear we are meaning to remedy..." And yet. As Asher recognizes the surname, she can't help but grin, shaking her head. "Yes, another Harrow. Not nearly so impressive a one," she adds with good nature. "But Felicia and Amantha are well, thank you. Busy, as always."

Drake turns in his seat toward Mikani. "Now what do you think about jewelry on men? I have heard a variety of opinions on the matter." When Skaldia says she isn't sure if her sister has a patron, he nods, though his gaze is distracted momentarily elsewhere across the fire, as he gives a slight look of concern toward Rukhnis's uncertain gait... but then looks away from it again. "Ah," he says to Skaldia, "But there often isn't enough time to catch up with the family, so I understand."

Ezra nods to Svana and says, "I expect it will pass soon enough." He glances around and adds, "I expect it's too chilled to be at least be stripping down so you're not missing out on nearly as much this time of year." He glances over towards the bonfire, "A bit of fun isn't bad I expect." He looks about to say something but nods his head and leaves it at that point.

Mirk steps away from the grove and the others, and raises a hand in acknowledgement of Rukhnis and Rysen. "Another time, perhaps," he says, catching what Rysen had to say. "I'm on my way out. But it is, as always, a pleasure to see you both."

The conversation appears to largely drift by her unregarded as Rukhnis simply stares into the flames, their dancing reflection mirrored in lively fashion in her dark eyes. After a moment she uncoils something from around her little finger, flicking it into the fire with a graceful motion of her wrist, before spreading both hands slightly and inclining her head to the blaze in an air of reverent courtesy.

When Rysen comes over she bows to him in her usual mode of formality, looking him up and down carefully as she straightens once more. "Lord Rysen," she greets him quietly. "I am well, thank you. I hope that you are enjoying the evening." Obviously he's enjoying the evening. Possibly a little too much. But the Eurusi woman doesn't seem to be in a judging mood, and she only inclines her head agreeably towards the Crovane lord at his suggestion. The only thing she pauses to do before falling in beside Rysen is bend again briefly to pick up a bit of charred wood that's tumbled some ways from the flame, rubbing her fingers against it before swiping her fingertips down across her forehead to create a dark smear extending down between her eyebrows.

Mikani looks at Svana. "After the baby is born ... you will have more energy ... to go stripped down and dancing." She grins but it does fade a bit as she sees Rysen wander off drunkenly to Ruhknis in an uncertain condition. Knowing the two of them, she doesn't make a move instead she turns up her grin and looks at Drake. "I think it's great on men ... I can say ... I'm not a fan of pinky rings ..." She confides in the man.

Mirk has left the by the evergreen grove.

1 Crimson Blades Sergeant, Aegis, a large red Oakhaven bloodhound, Rurik, a prodigal assistant leave, following Mirk.

The white Ashford lingers near the table of beverages for a little while, flicking her eyes over the social scene with slightly-narrowed eyes, as if she's just noting something for the first time. She nods, aside, to Rysen, then runs a gloved hand over the head of the sable-colored dog next to her before murmuring something to the dogs. She nods lightly to Mirk as he passes, then turns to bow to the area-at-large and silently slips away.

3 Armed Confessors, Conall, a huge, friendly, sable Wolfhound dog with bright platinum eyes, Ylva, an impressively-large, silvery Wolfhound with bright gold eyes, Atanas Pandev, a wry, stalwart escort, Colm Teague, the stolid adjunct of ice-blue eyes, Ash, a fearless grey fuzzball of cuteness with butter-yellow eyes leave, following Sunaia.

"I come from Everwinter," Svana says to Ezra, laughing. "It's not too cold yet. I'll let you know when it gets there," Svana says to him before she laughs and glances at the bonfire. "Oh yes, I could still do that but eh. Not without drinking. I'm shy without that much." She raises a brow when she hears Skaldia mention Felicia Harrow, filing that information away for later. When Mikani calls out to her, she laughs. "Doubt I'll have energy! I'll be feeding probably two babies... but I shall take your word for it. Will I even /look/ okay to be doing that after babies?" Svana asks, a touch of horror on her face.

Svana says in Northlands shav, "Of course you do, you're stronger than me! I'm a slip. But I shall defer to you..."


"Good to hear! And don't say that you're not impressive; everyone has a purpose to the Dream, they say. The Harrows have quite the storied past! Whatever you do, I'm sure you do it well." Asher even raises his glass in toast to Skaldia, then chugs it down to empty. Another one is located by him fetching it, and he's back to his seat soon. When he sits, an arm half-around Svana. "Aye, Lady Mikani is right of course. After the children, back to dancing and drunkenness. And I'm certain you'll look wonderful."

Poppy beams even more at Volcica. This is likely the reason her cousin drinks. "Thanks. It's a pleasure to meet you all." She bounces a touch on her toes, as if she can't sit still for too long. She teases Svana, "It's not boring. it's just you've grown up. If you weren't married and pregnant we could still drink and dance naked around the bonfire. Though it is a touch chilly." She gives an apologetic look to Sabella, "It was what the lord said. It seemed weird to me."

Rysen bows respectfully to Mirk. "I will look forward to it, Lord Mirk," he says as the Elder of the Spirit Walkers makes his way from the Stone Grove. Rysen's grey-eyed gaze falls on Rukhnis for a moment as she marks herself with ash. He offers a respectful dip of his head as Suniaa departs. He walks with Rukhnis to come before Drea, and says, "Thank you for hosting this bonfire, Your Highness. It's been a very long time, perhaps since you oversaw the vows Mikani and I exchanged. I hope you and your family have been well."