Poppy, Wonder, the sleepy kitten arrive, following Revell.

Iseulet is busy in the garden, fussing over the details and wandering in and out of tables. She is smoothing out tablecloths and making sure the flowers are arranged /just so/. Around the garden mill cats. Not just a few, but a lot. They are draped over branches and sprawled out in random sun spots, sitting already at the kitty table and stealing tasty little morsels (they are excused for starting early, as they are cats, and cats don't have any manners).

Alsandair The Fabulous is here too, greeting guests as they find their way in with the peppiest greeting. "Hello! Welcome, welcome ladies. Come in, have a seat anywhere you like!"

Revell has evidently never been here, as she's had to take poor Lady Poppy for a round trip around the city - first to pick up her own kitten, the little antisocial Wonder currently nestled in her arms, and secondly to toss a few coppers at a commoner here and there to encourage them to give her directions.

Fortunately, by the time they do find the place, Revell's emotions are a little more in check - the purring kitten sees to that - and she manages to greet Alsandair with a toothy grin. A grin that falters for a second when it dawns on her just how many /cats/ are present in the garden, but never quite fades.

"Thank you for indulging me, Poppy." She says quietly to Poppy, then raises an arm to wave at the fussing Iseulet.

Poppy stares at all the cats and murmurs to Revell, "Boy. Wasn't kidding when she said she has a few cats." Stepping in she worries a little, "Maybe I should of stolen Pirate off of Dycard. He would likely not even notice and she was my kitten first."

She steps behind Revell to come and greet the host. "Hi. I'm Lady Poppy Stahlben. I hope you don't mind me coming along."

Spying the arrival of Revell and Poppy Iseulet immediately stops the fussing and beams quite warmly to both of them, approaching with a dip of her head to Poppy. "Well met, my Lady. I'm Marquessa Iseulet Seryn. Welcome both of you to the Empyrean." She follows their gazes to all the cats strewn abou the garden. "I would introduce my cats, but then we may die of thirst in the meanwhile. Speaking of which: would either of you like something to drink? Did you find the place alright?"

She leads the way to one of the tables and takes a seat, allowing Alsandair to fuss over the three of them. "Ah, lets see," he says, looking at all the cat themed tea pots, "We have watermelon, blueberry, raspberry and lemon, liquorice and spearmint, chamomile and grapefruit, cranberry and blood orange?" He looks over his shoulder to see if any of these please any of them or if he should continue to prattle on.

"Liquorice and spearmint for me please," Iseulet requests.

"I did consider asking him along, but he's still talking whale business with utterly drab noblemen and women. You know, they don't even so much as smile when he brings up the uses of their phalluses. I fluster easy and even I got a snicker out of it." Revell harrumphs in clear disapproval of said business contacts, but the smile quickly returns.

Revell follows the Ladies to the table and sits down with Wonder in her lap. She does try, briefly, to decant the kitten onto the ground so that she'll go play with the other cats, but alas, the moment she notices the presence of other felines her claws latches onto her human's dress and she does /nod/ budge.

"Marquessa Iseulet here is Lord Dycard's cousin. I don't know her well yet, but she's been real lovely from what I've seen of her so far, so I thought it'd be a good idea to introduce you." Revell introduces Poppy to their gracious host, and quickly gestures to Poppy herself. "Lady Poppy is a friend of Lord Dycard and I. She's real kind and real fierce when she needs to be. Likes cats well enough from what I gather."

With that bit of politeness out of the way, she regards Alsandair sheepishly. "Never had grapefruit before, so maybe one of those? I'm in the mood for a new experience."

Poppy flushes briefly at Revell's words and tries to repress a sorta goofy smile "Ah yes. He mentioned your name yesterday Marquessa. A pleasure. I was teasing him that his kitten needs another friend." Looking to the tea pots she agrees with Revell. "Grapefruit sounds interesting."

Sir Floppington the Soulful Hound arrives, following Rowenova.

Both Scout Rowenova and Sir Floppington absolutely love little kitties, and the groomed duo totally smile in their respective ways. "I love it!"

Alsandair looks delighted and brings the tea pot with a cat dressed in a pink sweater with yellow polka dots over, pouring them both a piping hot cup and supplying them with tiny little cat head shaped bowls of sugar cubes, honey, lemon, and milk along with tiny little silver spoons featuring little goldfish on the handle.

When Rowenova arrives, she spies three women at a table, being attended to by the fabulously dressed Alsandair under the willow tree and no less than 30 or 40 cats strewn about the garden - draped over branches and furniture and soaking up the sun. When Sir Floppington makes his appearance though, two cats dart away under bushes.

Iseulet beams to the newcomer and stands to welcome her. "Hello and welcome, why don't you join us for some tea? I'm Iseulet Seryn - do you know my other guests? This is Lady Poppy Stahlben and this is my new friend Revell."

Revell looks at Poppy and her goofy smile and her flush, head tilted in mild confusion. Then, ever so slowly, her smile turns into a smirk with a hint of mischievousness to it. "Getting closer and closer by the day. Why, it feels like yesterday when I was his only friend in life." The cruel girl, she actually snickers. "I'm glad. He's a good man who deserves more connections in his life. You got good taste."

Revell relents in her light teasing to look incredibly awkward being waited on by Alsandair - likely feeling more than a little out of place - but seems to find comfort in the goldfish themed tea spoons. There's an odd fondness to the way she studies it before looking up to greet the Scout.

"Rowenova and I have met a few times in passing, haven't we? It's nice to see you here, I always pegged you for just a dog person." A pause. "I guess they don't have to be mutually exclusive."

Sir Floppington sees those who dart away and he does not make any chase. Instead, he goes to lay down by those who might like him.

Rowenova gets Whiskers on Kittens, a fruity pink margarita in a lovely decanter from a white wooden daisy chest.

Rowenova gets Catitude, a coquettish fragrance in a bejeweled cat bottle from a lovely wooden leaf chest.

As Nova is picking up her party favors and stowing them away under her cloak, Iseulet says her name! Then, Nova finishes the stashing procedure, doing so with a beaming smile and strides up to the Marquessa, offering out a hug despite how they have not really met until now! "You have said so many nice, wonderful things about me. Thank you!" Indeed, Revell names Rowenova there. "Greetings. I actually love both! I started out petting kitties all over Arx, and some dogs. Before Sir Floppington chose to follow me."

Poppy rolls her eyes at Revell and her mischief "I think you may still be his only friend. I just pester him for thraxian legends and steal his rum. I did move his office around last week. Just enough to cause confusion."

She gratefully accepts the tea when offered the cup. "Thank you." And smiles warmly to Nova as she joins them. "Did any of the kittens follow you home too?"

Bryn, a flustered lovelorn Prodigal assistant, Misty, a sweet-hearted, but bossy Mistward Labrador arrive, following Svana.

Poppy takes Whiskers on Kittens, a fruity pink margarita in a lovely decanter from a white wooden daisy chest.

Svana gets Whiskers on Kittens, a fruity pink margarita in a lovely decanter from a white wooden daisy chest.

Poppy takes Catitude, a coquettish fragrance in a bejeweled cat bottle from a lovely wooden leaf chest.

Svana gets Catitude, a coquettish fragrance in a bejeweled cat bottle from a lovely wooden leaf chest.

Revell takes Whiskers on Kittens, a fruity pink margarita in a lovely decanter from a white wooden daisy chest.

Revell takes Catitude, a coquettish fragrance in a bejeweled cat bottle from a lovely wooden leaf chest.

Alsandair then brings some treats to Revell for her kitten - a fancy little porcelain plate of fish-shaped morsels - cookies - that don't /smell/ all that great to humans but the cats seem to love it as well as a saucer of milk, setting up the kitten a little place right beside Revell's. He's busy and quick on his feet to take Rowenova's tea preference, rattling off a list of what he has on hand as he loads up a slightly larger but just as fancy plate of treats for Sir Floppington who is attracting a few curious kitties to his side.

Iseulet's warm smile broadens when she hears all the talk about Dycard. "My poor cousin. I'm glad someone is giving him hell," she winks playfully and even laughs as she returns Rowenova's hug. "You're quite welcome dear, you deserve all of it. Make yourself at home."

There are plenty of fingerfoods for humans to be had too - almost every kind of pastry and sweet one could think of. "Sir Floppington is /quite/ a handsome dog. I did have a puppy myself before Courvoisier showed up and made him feel rather unwelcome. He fell in love with someone else though, and I figured it might be better if we parted ways because I couldn't get rid of the cat. It's been downhill ever since. I've been gifted cats, cats have just showed up at my door, I found one outside of the bank... I think I have been adopted by about fifty give or take though they are all free spirits and only four or five really bother to share their lives with me." She lowers her voice to a stage whisper, "I think that they may just use me for a free meal."

Svana takes her time waddling in, looking excited about the prospect of cats. She's brought a dog with her - and her an assistant, but they're both seemingly well behaved for the moment and here for back up in case the officially 'big as a house' pregnant woman needs anything. She looks around and sheepishly potters around until seeing Rowenova, moving over to the Wolf Scout and slinking beside her.

"He's like the big brother I never had." Revell muses and coils her fingers around Wonder's tiny belly and lifts her up into the air. "Kinda adopted him, like this thing did to me." Turning and grinning at Rowenova and Iseulet, she continues; "I'm definitely a dog person. Very special kind of dogs, though, but Wonder here is making me appreciate cats, too."

"Ah! I almost forgot." The flower girl does not return the kitten to her lap, but rather sets her down next to the snacks presented to her. Wonder doesn't bite at first, being quick to hide behind one of the chair's legs, but eventually the scent seems to call her forward like a siren's song. "Iseulet, I meant to thank you for the vase. I hope you don't mind me using it as decor in the shop I'm setting up - it's -perfect-."

Happiness, a bluebird arrives, delivering a message to Revell before departing.

Sir Floppington gently noses the curious kitties and welcomes them to be lazy and rest with him, if they want to. After thoroughly hugging Iseulet, then Svana gets similar treatment, next! She tells a tea preference to Alsandair: minty. Though, anything else is left to the fabulous man. "Good to see you, too!" says she to Svana before telling Iseulet, "Thank you so much, My Lady. And I hear you about those strays. Some are always showing up behind the Defense Lab, meowling randomly." She lets out a little laugh before nodding, then to Poppy. "Sometimes! But like she says, only some are regulars. Though, None of mine have stayed to live live there, they just show up for the food. Kinda like I do at every party in Arx, except this one! This one is for cats!"

Poppy chuckles at Rowenova. "I thought you were practicing eating plainly for your trip?" Svana gets a bright wave and a coo "Oh. You're so big. I can't wait to meet your babies." She sips her grapefruit tea and pauses as the sour notes hit the back of her tongue. She quickly shoves a cookie in her mouth to save her tongue from that flavor.

Happiness, a bluebird arrives, delivering a message to Revell before departing.

Iseulet flits over to Svana, dipping her head sweetly. "Well hello, welcome - you're just in time! I'm Iseulet Seryn. Do you know Rowenova? Why don't you come join us for a bit of tea and some snacks? Get off of your feet. Lady Poppy Stahlben and my friend Revell, if you've never met..." She provides her with help scooting in her chair if she needs it and since Alsandair is flitting about the garden tending to all of the furry friends making sure everyone is hydrated and everyone's simply full of treats. There's at least one cat that looks like it might have been a beach ball in a past life that makes a gagging sound as he approaches with food. "Oh, ok not you then! Glutton," he chides and moves past the fat cat to the bush where the shier kitties are hiding and slides a plate under neath.

"Oh I'm so glad it got to you in one piece. It wouldn't have had the same impact if it broke along the way." Iseulet laughs. "But a new shop? You have to tell us all about it. What kind of shop, if I may ask? And have you decided on a location? An opening date?" She practically titters. "Oh.. Hmm what's a Defense Lab, Rowenova?"

There's a blush as Iseulet introduces herself. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Iseulet. I'm actually a member here but I do not believe we've met. Mistress Svana Grayhope, at your service." Svana smiles to Row and winks at her. "Row and I are next door neighbors. She probably knows entirely too much about me." She manages to sit down with Iseulet's help, but not before sitting down. She murmurs her tea preference to Alsandair: lemon ginger. After a moment, she nods over to Revell. "Hello Miss Revell, and of course my Lady Poppy! Yes, I am big... I think they shall come sooner than we expected," she admits to Poppy, blushing. "Lady Pepper says that I'm nesting."

Snickering softly, Revell raises a hand to wave a Svana. "Another one I've met in passing. Did you get bigger since last time? Looks like you could burst at any moment.." She not so subtly stares at the woman's belly, looking briefly unsure if she should look concerned or happy. Her own hand rests on her stomach - or utter lack thereof. Did the girl even eat? Skin and bones, honestly, utterly without shape - and peers down at it with a wrinkled nose.

Then, her eyes snap back up to Iseulet and the wide, toothy grin is back. "A part of me wants to break it just to put it back together, again and again, just to prove a point to a few certain somebodys. They're all allergic to pollen, though, so they'll likely never visit." Revell hitches her shoulder at that. "It's going to be a place where people can come pick up medicinal herbs, grown from my own garden, mixed with a tea house. A place of health and relaxation, I guess, and flowers too of course, but bouquets will have to be commissioned. I had to leave Arx briefly to clear my head, I hope this place can give others a fraction of the feeling I got at home." A beat. "It probably doesn't make much sense. I'm not great with words."

To Poppy, Nova nods. "I am! I can have tea, though! But, I mean before now." Any help that Svana may need is caturally provided by the wolf scout before quietly thanking Alsandair for the tea brought to her. Minty, indeed! Then, "Aye, we are neighbors, indeed! Just like she says." says she of Svana, then smiles brightly. "I am excited for you and your babes!" When Iseulet inquires after the Defense Lab, Nova brightens. "My lab in the back of the house where mad science ensues! Been working on a few projects. We have a garden out back where I grow my own LL and copper poppies, too! My protege Brewmaster Sven helps me out with alchemy things, too! He owns Whitehold Brews on Shaman Walk in the Northern Ward!" She soon tells Revell, "Sounds wonderful! I do not know very much about medicine, myself, but I hope to learn one day!"

Poppy beams excitedly at Revell's shop plan. "Oh. That sounds wonderful. I'm heading up to home later to deal with clan whitebear. They have a whole grove of medical plants that grow only in the everwinter. I'm hoping they may trade any let me bring some seeds back. I'm determined I'll get them to grow down here." She looks sheepish, "If you'll help me of course?"

She shares with Iseulet, "Svana and I actually grew up together at Bonespire. Her brother once told me I'd be prettier if I covered myself in mud. It took weeks for the stuff to wash out of my hair." Her head however cocks to Svana, "Nesting? Like a bird?"

Rowenova says, "In Halfshav Lands?"

Rowenova says, "oh no, you said up in the everwinter."

"No, we haven't had a chance to meet, Mistress Grayhope," Iseulet says regretfully. "I'm glad we've managed it today. That's what the point of the tea was - to meet new friends, whether the furry kind or the human kind. I'm not picky." Her smile picks back up and she nods to her very pregnant tummy. "Twins? That's absolutely delightful. Any day now too! I bet you're so excited... I have a twin sister named Thesbe. She's a seamstress and has a shop here but she is busy traveling and living her best life. I like to think she's met a man that's swept her off of her feet and they are having an extended honeymoon somewhere."

Then to Revell, she shakes her head. "You're just fine with words. And your idea sounds perfectly delightful. I can't wait to visit... have you gotten any orders yet? Because I would /love/ for you to take a look at the Conservatory and if you could make suggestions for plants? Well. I would be more than happy to put in some orders." She slips back into her chair as Alsandair sashays back around to provide drinks and refills, delivering a plate of bite sized strawberry rhubard pastries to the table, which Iseulet descends upon like a (graceful) fly, picking one up and nibbling as she tastes her tea. The two do not go well together and she has to pause before she chokes. "Alsandair, we are taking the liquorice and spearmint off the menu immediately. And whoever obtained /that/ must be dismissed at once."

"But it was you my lady!" He retorts in a sing song voice.

"Oh yes. Well, carry on then." She shoves the second half of the tart into her mouth to shut herself up. "Oh, Sven! I know him quite well. He's helped me out in the past in a few endeavors. Very sweet. I should pop in on him soon." Her smile returns as she forgets the taste of the tea. "And what an interesting lab. Sounds like Neviah's room in the basement here - she's my protege - loves her dark little work space to bits." Then, Poppy's story about the mud causes her to laugh, raising her brows. "Well he sounds just charming. Is he also in the city?"

Rowenova checked luck at difficulty 15, rolling 12 higher.

Rowenova happily chimes, "He is very sweet, indeed! Mayhaps, we can all do a 'get together' for alchemy things!" She saunters off with her tea to flop by Sir Floppington, somehow not spilling a single drop. How does she do it?

Svana smiles happily at Iseulet and nods. "Twins. ...And that is sweet. Should she ever happen to come back, I would like to meet her! I make my living as a steamstress now." But then she's paying rapt attention to Revell, nodding in response to her question about being bigger. "Your business sounds lovely. I can't wait until it's open, Miss Revell. I've been trying to learn more about those sorts of things myself... but more toward the farming aspect of things." Svana sips from the tea that Alsandair has brought her, looking over at Poppy after a moment. Then she laughs. "I remember that well. Between you, me, Njall, and my brother, we probably gave our parents a few white hairs." There's another laugh when Iseulet asks if her brother is in the city. "I've been trying to get him to come down here, to no avail. Not even the pitter patter of little feet will lure him in. In fact, I think it keeps him away even if he's just the uncle."

Poppy almost looks behind herself as if Svana's brother may appear. Relief floods her face when she hears her is still at Bonespire. "That's not a bad thing. On my last night at Bonespire he slipped a frog into my bed. Told me if I kissed it I'd fall in love with a prince. Imagine what trouble he would cause here?" Finishing up her tea, she excuses herself. "I have to go cover an extra shift at Solace house." She smiles widely to Iseulet "Thank you for the invitation. Perhaps we could meet again soon?" The northerners get a much more casual wave.

"I only know about herbs and their uses when it comes to medicine, I don't have the knack for figuring out what's actually /wrong/ with people unless it's obvious. Like, a paper cut or something." Revell says with a self-depreciating eye-roll before shyly glancing at Iseulet. "No order yet, no. Thing is, with flowers.. I really care about their meanings, right? I enjoy the discreet messages you can send someone with them, and they're a great way to have a private back and forth with somebody. This means that-- that the things I make are not always /pretty/ by most peoples standards. But if you'd still like me to take a look? I'd love to."

"And I'd -especially- love to get my hands on some of those seeds. It's all about replicating the right conditions. It'll be difficult, but not impossible." She flashes a lopsided grin. "And you're plenty pretty just the way you are, my Lady."

To Svana, she offers a polite nod. "I'm an awful farmer, or rather.. I never tried to farm, but it can't be that different to gardening, can it?"

Happiness, a bluebird arrives, delivering a message to Revell before departing.

"Oh I will send her right over." Iseulet agrees to Svana, "Right after I am done with her. She's missed a lot since I've spoken to her last, I would like to catch her up!" Then, to Alsandair she tilts her head, "I think I will try blueberry, please?"

"Coming right up!" He pinches a cupcake for himself and pours a fresh, not disgusting tea, for her and delivers it promptly.

Relief floods Iseulet's face when this one is far more palatable. "Oof, goodness he would level Arx and we'd have a very confused population of frogs on our hands and maybe even more troubling, a population of ladies hallucinating all kinds of things. I hear if you kiss frogs you can see all sorts of things. Think of the chaos." She shakes her head, laughing like a peal of bells. "Of course, Lady Poppy. It was a delight to meet you. Feel free to pop in at any time. I'm thinking of hosting more casual events like this in the future,"

To Revell then, she offers a helpless shrug. "I often find that the meaning behind things is more precious than their face value. That appeals to me. And now I can see why you say the vase is just perfect. How serendipitous!" She says cheerfully, casting her gaze over to Floppington who has collected a larger gathering of feline companions that have come to inspect him. One has even decided to use him as their own personal couch and has begun making biscuits in his neck wrinkles.

Rowenova gently pets the wrinkle-kneading kitty. "So cute!" She then withdraws from the pettening to swig some tea before smiling softly then petting down further felines, too!

It's just too comfortable from her chair. Svana calls out to Rowenova, "Pet one of those for me! All of them, I mean!" She laughs softly at Iseulet. "I kissed a frog once and ended up with a prince! Just wasn't the same guy." She nods sagely. She smiles at Revell as the other woman talks about the language of flowers, nodding approvingly. "I've heard something about that before... I can't wait to start ordering people bouquets!" Svana chuckles at Iseulet and nods, just before she gets a messenger. She furrows her brows and then smiles. "Excuse me, everyone." Her assistant comes over to help her out of her seat. "Lady Pepper is calling for me. I hope she'll be patient with the time it takes to waddle my way up town. Thank you, Iseulet." Svana finishes her tea and sets it aside, waving.

Bryn, a flustered lovelorn Prodigal assistant, Misty, a sweet-hearted, but bossy Mistward Labrador leave, following Svana.

After swigging down the remaining tea, Rowenova gets down to further pettings, "Okay!" So many motors spring up, all reverberating from the feline masses.

Sir Floppington certainly seems quite pleased with the back mewssage, too.

"Mhm. I find that true meaning can never be found if you don't look beyond what's right in front of you. The vase? It sounds weird, but it really speaks to me. Like, you may feel broken right now, but with some effort and care, you can be put together again. You can still do all the things you used to do, just like the vase." Revell curls her fingers around her own mug of tea, finally taking the first sip now that it's at an acceptable, low temperature. "So, I guess it's not so odd that flowers became my trade of choice, even if it's not very profitable. It makes me happy."

Revell raises the mug and bows her head in a vague gesture of farewell to both Poppy and Svana, then mutters something about 'pregnancy looking exhausting', but there's no malice there, just wonder in how anyone could do it, probably.

Rowenova lays down with Sir Flop and lets all the cats catgregate around them and on top of them in some catses. Heaven.

"It was so nice to meet you, Svana. Congratulations and good luck with your babies! And stop kissing frogs!" She calls out as she waves after her and settles her cup of tea in her lap, relaxing back. "I hope I have twins one day..." She murmurs dreamily. Just in time for a few bruised clouds to begin rolling in, the distant sound of thunder beginning to shake the heavens. "Well that's not a good sign..." Iseulet tsks. Some of the cats are already starting to scatter and make their move.

Under Rowenova some come to settle, using her as a shelter from what may be impending rain. When she lays down, the cats become practically magnetized to her, coming over to claim one part or another of her as free real estate. And they don't even ask permission.

"I think that's important, finding something you love and making a living out of it. Many never find that love or passion and even fewer still get to make that their means of business. I can't wait to see the shop and what you do with it." She pauses momentarily, wistful and thoughtful. "I love flowers. Well, all except for sunfl--TIDDLES WHAT HAVE YOU /DONE/!" She practically shrieks at a new cat that has come wandering down the garden path with something in its mouth. That something being a fresh, newborn kitten. And Tiddles, presuming that's her name, looks pleased as punch. As if to say "Look Mama!" She comes right up to Iseulet and drops the still wet little thing off in her lap. Iseulet looks all at once horrified and bewildered and love struck.

Sir Floppington the Soulful Hound leaves, following Rowenova.

Sir Floppington the Soulful Hound arrives, following Rowenova.

When the mommy cat comes up to Iseulet, Nova cannot help but to watch this, doing so with wide eyes. "Oh wow!" says the scout at just how trusting the feline is! "She loves you!"

Tila enters in her usual unhurried but purposeful fashion, glacing around here and there as she goes. Someone told her there'd be cats! Turns out this is the case, and the normally rather austere woman's face truly lights up when she spots the first few. She even (very uncharacteristically) bounces on her feet just a little in excitement. Stepping over toward the others she calls in a low calm tone (not wanting to upset any of the feline guests), "Good evening."

From where she rests on the lawn by Sir Floppington, Rowenova looks up with a momentary wave to Tila before the hand drops from the wave to pet cats more!

"You want to have babies? No, you want -twins-? You are positively mad, Iseulet. They just cry, and poop, and scream, and poop some more for what, three years of their life? And you want to /double up/ on that?" Revell stares wide eyed at the Marquessa, but she can't keep the shock there for long and eventually, she breaks into a fit of giggles. "But you are right, I am pretty lucky in this regard. I also meant to ask you about the sunfl-"

Revell cuts off and leans back in her chair sharply, her gaze following the others to the cat carrying a newborn. Her nose crinkles slightly. Just as they were talking /babies/, one had to show up. Least this one didn't seem to be crying.

Tila pours herself a cup of tea and settles not far from Rowenova and the others. She seems content largely to observe for now, watching the cats slink about and play with the little mice left out for them.

Tila arrives at the cusp of chaos. Rowenova and Floppington have been swarmed by felines. Revell is positively cackling with laughter and Iseulet is staring horrified into her lap at a messy little kitten. Time seems to stand still for a moment as she looks at the kitten with wide eyes and, gently reaching out to cup it in one hand, lift it and inspect it /closely/. It seems to resemble a devilishly handsome creamy, fluffy flat faced cat draped over the daybed on the other side of the willow tree and Iseulet looks up and /shoots/ him a sharp gaze. "Courvoisier! It was /YOU/!" She gasps.

Alsandair scrambles for a tea towel to mop is brow, looking positively faint. Oh thank the /gods/ a guest! He sashays over, "Hello and welcome to Hel-I mean the Empyrean!" He shows her over to the table where Iseulet and Revell are seated to offer her a chair - or maybe to the grass where Rowenova is seated. It's all in her hands.

Iseulet gently gives the kitten a little rub with her thumb to make sure it's alright and Tiddles, apparently the cat at her side begins to delicately retrieve the kitten for motherings. "Well." She rubs her forehead, "Spring /is/ in the air I suppose..." Theres's a groan and she looks to the new guest with a (tired) smile. "Welcome, yes. Make yourself quite at home. I'm Iseulet Seryn - this is Rowenova... But.. I mean she seems to know everyone! And this is my friend Revell."

Merek makes a way into the place, because he heard about cat-theme! He wears his white-black attire, while he smiles to people!


It stands to reason there would be help at such an event; Tila nods appreciatively toward Alsandair and seems happy to take the proffered seat; she's clearly interested in the cats, but in a 'hands off' sort of way, for the moment. Not a pet owner, then. "Tila Sanna." the dark haired woman replies, offering a decidedly less tired smile in turn to Iseulet. "A pleasure to meet you. And yes, I know Rowenova, though as you say, who doesn't?" She nods amicably toward Revell. "This is lovely; do you make a habit of it?"

From where she lays in the grass, Rowenova lifts a new wave to Merek! "Hey! Kitty saver! He saved kitties who came from the Lowers!" She just blurts that right out there. She looks to Tila with a smile after what she says there. Then, there is more pettening of these pretty kitties, indeed! So many pets!

"Pleasure to meet you, Tila," Revell raises her tea in greeting to the woman, then follows it up immediately with a polite nod in Merek's general direction. "And you too, with the unfamiliar face. 'Kitten-saver'?"

She hitches a shoulder. "I don't know how often these things happen, I tend to stay away from big, big events. Don't really do well with crowds, but this? This /is/ nice."

Merek looks between the people there, and finds a place to settle in to pet the kittens, "Are any of them adoptable?" he asks, taking the time to nod to Rowenova, "They're all grown kitties now, but still kitties."


"As monikers go one could do far worse." Tila offers, with a soft chuckle. "And yes, Revell; I share your distaste for over-large events. Nerve-wracking. So many obligations, not enough time. This is... appropriately laid back." She glances around once more, just in time to see one of the kitten begin to scale Rowenove's back, down in the grass. "Enjoyable."

Rowenova smiles softly after what Merek says. then she cats her gaze to the feline who scales up to her upper side before it lays down like it owns her. Meanwhile, at least three felines have taken perch upon Sir Flop right now, besides the original who still kneads his neck. He gently wags, tail furs being attacked by felines in the grass.

"Indeed. I always liked personal conversation too, you know? Getting to know somebody, asking difficult questions and such. I'd do it now, but.." Revell purses her lips and gets to her feet, then bends down to pick up the kitten she'd brought with her. The little creature nestled up against her arm and starts purring immediately. "I ought to go home."

Wonder, the sleepy kitten leaves, following Revell.

Merek offers a wave while Revell is on their way, then he smiles to Tila and Rowenova, contenting to pet the kitties.

Curling up with Flop and the Felines (which could be the name of minstrels), Rowenova lets her eyes close as she catinually pets the kitties who rub at her extended hand. Looks like she is so zen.

Rowenova says, "I love these cats! And Sir Flop!"

Merek says, "Yay kitties!"

Rowenova says, "Mew!"