A Celebration of Victory has started at Arx - Ward of House Pravus - Tremorus Manor - Grand Ballroom.

Klavdiya, who is definitely a handmaiden and not a pirate, Fluffy, the wary wildcat, 2 Eswynd shieldbearers, Loryk, a cocky but amiable reaver arrive, following Medeia.

Moonsilver, the pale-feathered raven arrives, following Raven.

There is a party underway at the House of the Leporidae! Festivities have been going on all day, an affair that welcomes the flow of people in and out, without concern for an exact start time, and perhaps a similar lack of concern for exact conclusion. People are welcome to come when they do and leave when they want to; the House is open and hosting either way.

The hosts themselves are officially the Voices of the House, Maharet and Giorgio, circulating about! The purpose of the party is a celebration, the victory of the Leporidae, as well as their Vaevici and Eswynd allies, over the evil House Potitus on land and sea.

Now it is time to eat, drink, be merry, and celebrate the victory of one of the Compact's newest members over an Abandoned House with rumored Abyssal cult involvement! Even better, losses were minimal, and while certain persons might be a little injured... all's well. It's a good time, and the spirit here is bright.

Savio is here, ALSO! He is, maybe, a little worse for the wear. Injured but with all his arms and legs still attached, he is supposed to be Staying In A Chair and has escaped it to secure drinks from a passing server. Is he supposed to be drinking, either? He is noooow.

2 Seraceni pirates, 2 Seraceni cutthroats, Misschief, a young silvery marmoset arrive, following Ciro.

Orland wasn't going to chase after Savio even if he was supposed to stay in a chair. There's only so many times a man can try to ensure his partner doesn't strain his wounds and now is not one of those moments that stacks up to be of level of concern. He's been into the rum for quite some time already, that being said. Maybe he's well into the 'don't give a f' stage, though from the plain faced young man, who's often scowling, it could just be par for the course. He's there, showing up, aloofness airs up.

It's a party! (Almost) everyone loves parties. Two Eswynds enter, one (Medeia) elegantly dressed for the party, the other (Haakon) dressed... exactly as he was for the battle the party is celebrating. One of the two is better at parties than the other. Haakon turns a wary eye around the social gathering, muttering aside to MEdeia before catching a familiar eye and giving a sharp sniff and dip of his head to Savio with the eloquent greeting, "Funny fucker."

Raven arrives arm in arm with Egon. Raven has left her retinue home tonight and paces in with the pale bookworm on her arm, moving to find someplace out of the way for now to scan the the ballroom and get the lay of the land and note who has already arrived and who is fashionably late.

Orland has joined the A Couple of Couches in Sumptuous Silk.

Clarisse has dressed for a celebration in a burnt orange ball gown, but at her side, is still her medical supplies, clearly celebration is not the only thing on the young healers mind, but also checking up on the injured Savio, to make sure he is healing and should he need dressings changed, she is prepared. Though she does sit her supplies down in a quiet place, to mingle with those present. Her hair is down in it's thick ringlets, spilling about her shoulders, as she looks around at the gather guests, some she knows. Some she doesn't. When she enters it is on her own though.

Savio has joined the A Couple of Couches in Sumptuous Silk.

By contrast to his dear brother, Giorgio Pontelaeus seems to have come through the war without a scratch it would seem. The Merchant Prince of Tremorus is currently mingling about the party, a drink held in hand and a charming smile on his features as he converses with the help, insuring that drinks and food are being brought out to the House's guests.

If there's a party happening, chances are that Ciro is going to try and find his way into it. Even moreso when it's to celebrate a victory such as the one happening today. Entering into the ballroom in his flashy attire, he's left his entourage outside for a change. There's a deck of cards held casually in one hand, fingers working it in a single hand shuffle as his gaze scans the room, a smile tugging to his lips as he takes in the familiar faces. There's a nod here and a nod there and then a random call out of, "You can all relax. I've made it!"

Arriving in a gown of amethyst silk that is scattered with stardust and slippers in the style of the Oathlands with a Tiara that goes nicely with the gown, that whole night time theme present, comes in Cora. The woman might be dressed up but she clearly is out of her element in the process. Sighing she looks around and promptly tries to find a corner where she won't step on her, or anyone else's skirt.

Egon is dressed in plain clothes: a white linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black trousers, and black boots. Of course, he follows Raven to wherever she is headed, an arm hooked around hers. He leans over to whisper something into her ear as they make their way to a particular corner of the room.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Egon before departing.

Orland's gaze slips at once to Clarisse, for the burnt orange gown she's dressed in. His hand lifts a bit to toast in her direction the glass of rum. Brown eyes are left admiring her presence before he spots Raven and Egon strolling in. They too, get a little upnod and a wave.

Sylvana has arrived at the party with a curious expression on her face, she eyes the crowd with a touch of trepedation but she finally braves the gathering by striding easily towards the drinks. She's wearing a lovely green silk gown, with a low cut v-neck a skirt that only reaches to just below her knees, where the one could see the plainly slippered feet. She eyes Coraline, biting her lip and joining her in the out of the way corner, greeting her with a smile. "Princess Coraline, surprised to see you here! Who was it that took you along?" she possibly hasn't spotted Egon quite yet, her attention on the wine and the woman before her for the moment.

"Lord Haakon. Hi. Hii," Savio greets the Eswynd lord, with what seems like fondness for this particular title. He can't wave or embrace, but he can sort of wave his drink about, and he does. "This is in your honor, of course partake of everything! Try something you don't recognize. You are guaranteed to love it!" Is he though?

Ciro's greeting is met with an amused, "Been a while, Lord Ciro, welcome welcome," before Savio limps his way back to the couch where he started and proudly announces to Orland, "I survived!" The war? The trip across the ballroom? Maybe both. This victory is toasted to Clarisse over there, as well!

Medeia, the better-at-parties Eswynd, smiles brightly as she sees Savio, telling him in the sweetest Lycene accent she can muster, "Sit down, your physician demands it, and you wouldn't stress the woman naming a child for you, would you?" She keeps a hand tucked into the crook of Haakon's arm, giving a wave with the other to Orland before her ears catch Ciro's voice. "Ciro!" She turns to find him.

Savio assures to Medeia, "Sitting! BEST behavior!"

Raven makes her way towards Orland and Savio. She bows politely to the former, "Lord Orland. Glad to see you safely returned." She looks around and lets out a soft low whistle, "This is a lovely place for a party." Savio is given a disapproving squint that suggests just because it's his party doesn't mean she won't tie him to his chair if he doesn't take it easy, "Well. You look better than when I last saw you, Savio, but that's not saying a great deal." Egon has stepped away a few to secure himself and Raven a drink.

Haakon turns a skeptical eye aside to Ciro at the other's announcement of his presence, giving a dry rumble of, "Rumlord," in even greeting. Savio's exuberance draws his suspicious stare back. "This is all Saffron shit. I recognize none of it, and I can tell already I'll dislike at least half." Grumping, and grumbling, he snorts at Savio's claim of best behavior. "*Your* best behavior still ain't good," he accuses, with a sharp sniff following the words, and a faint upward curl twisting his lip.

Eyes alighting on Sylvana at the other woman's greeting, Cora smiles brightly at the familiar face. "Ah it is wonderful to see you Sylvana! I am actually a guest of Precious Maharet Whisper, we were in discussions and she extended the invitation." She looks around and shakes her head, "Not here for but for a few moments and this party has taken off and grown wings." She chuckles, "Perhaps I might gain some wisdom from one who clearly has the skill to pull it off."

Clarisse smiles in the direction Orland is in, and she offers a graceful bow of her head in his direction in acknowledgement of her friend. She is relieved to see him, but is also looking around the room to see who else is here, who she may know. At the familar voice of Ciro, and she warmly smiles and offers the same graceful bow of her head his way as well, but it is Savio that gets her attention as she moves her way to check on her friend. "A lovely party Savio, How are you feeling?" She offers in a soft voice, clearly not one to make a big deal of who she is. She does smile at Raven too, seeing her friend she has not seen in awhile. "It is so good to see you as well Raven. How have you been?"

"Savio! It has been awhile. It's good to see you .." A pause as Ciro takes in that limp, "Mostly well!" His gaze darts about and when he catches Clarisse's smile and bow, he's returning it in kind, though he does offer up, "Lady Clarisse! I see you over there!" A tug of his lips to a grin and then there's Medeia and Haakon and he's turning towards the pair. Haakon is flashed a grin before he's looking to Medeia, "Deia!" He's then crossing the floor to make his way in the pair's direction, "Sorry I didn't answer your earlier messenger. I may have been still sleeping after far too much to drink last night."

Orland's gaze turns upon hearing Medeia mentioning naming a child after... Savio? Did he hear that right. Well. He goes back to drinking. Savio's return trip has him nod once, "Amazing. I've never seen such a feat like that before." Deadpan. He lifts his glass to Medeia though, when she waves at him. "Raven, good of you to attend." He leaves off anything further, since it seemed not necessary as attention diverts to Savio.

Cerelia steps inside and finds a spot off to the side to get situated.

There's a definite lift of Maharet's brows as she spies Savio securing himself a drink and /not/ staying in a chair like the doctor ordered. "Saviooooo~." The Hand of the Praefecta plucks a bottle off a serving tray and tips the neck towards his drink, filling his glass nearly to the brim. "If you need me to fetch you a drink, you can always ask." No, he shouldn't be drinking, but Maharet knows better -- he is going to drink. For good measure, the bottle is set on an end table by his side with a wink.

Maharet will extend a hint of a smile to those stepping inside as she catches the crook of Giorgio's elbow in her hand, pulling the Pontelaeus Merchant Prince over to where Coraline and Sylvana stand. "We were discussing business!" As if that clarifies anything. "Best to enjoy the drinks for now, if anything. Buuuuut I do think you'd be interested in working with Princess Coraline regardless, Giorgio."

"She really is something isn't she?" Sylvana smiles in reply to Coraline, glancing over towards where Maharet is performing her own duties as hostess. "The family is very excited at our most recent victory at sea, quite an accomplishment! I was not a part of the fighting, but I am happy to celebrate along with them!" she grins, sipping her wine and adding. "Are you sure you're hoping to learn her skills? You look as though you want to melt into the furniture as I do!"

Raven inclines her head politely and offers Clarisse a smile, "I've been well, my lady. Busy of course, but well. How have you been? It's been quite a time since we last crossed paths." She pauses and gives Orland a brief study, searching his expression for something before summoning a smile, "OF course, I would not miss it for the world."

Egon has procured some wineglasses and strides back over to where Raven is, offering the drink to her. His violet gaze drifts over to Clarrise, and the young man flashes a smile, bowing deeply to the woman but not saying anything quite yet. He lets her and Raven talk in peace, nursing his own drink and whisking it around before taking a sip.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Egon before departing.

Micana, an efficient assistant arrives, delivering a message to Haakon before departing.

Laughing at Sylvana's description of how she looks she briefly asks quietly, "I look that bad huh?" before Maharet arrives with Giorgio. Putting her best, I am at a party and I want to be here smile, Cora nods with the grace of her training to Giorgio, "It is a pleasure to meet you, and my deepest gratitude for having me here."

"There's octopus, Haakon! You like octopus." Savio is not going to mention how different it might be from Mourning Isles octopus. Nope. As for the assertion about his behavior, he kind of opens his mouth to argue, holding up an index finger... and then wordlessly gives up after a moment of opening and closing his mouth like a dying carp. Yeah, he's got nothing. Haakon is right.

But everyone who wanted to see him herded back to sitting will be relieved to know that he is now firmly parked back at Orland's side. "I did tell them naming anyone after me was nothing you should do to a poor innocent child," he laughs to Orland, blowing Maharet a kiss before he looks to Clarisse. "You have to promise you won't spend this party worrying about me. I am fine! More than fine. Enjoy yourself, Lady Clarisse. Meet Egon! Egon, this is Clarisse. Clarisse, Egon! Friend of Raven's."

Haakon snorts at Savio again, making mention of naming children: "See it so: any child sharing a name with you will be born with the lowest of standards to clear. They'll be a success from the first." He does avail himself of something that he can recognize... which does end up being a mollusk. "Can't remain long. Due back out with the fleet, but thought to come and mock you for a time, first."

"You don't look quite as bad as you'd think, I just tend to notice other wallflowers more easily. It's how we find the ones we'll be able to carry on a conversation with at one of these. I'm not so good with people as I would like," she admits as she takes another sip of the wine. "What kind of business were you discussing?" she wonders with a smile to Maharet. "Anything interesting?"

Orland offered a weak smile for Raven, which is to say the cornes of his lips tweaked upward for a brief moment, though his eyes swing to Egon, "Messere Egon, thank you again for all the gifts you've sent." Polite. Direct. The laughter against him when Savio reseats himself, is met with a brief 'ah' and nothing in that expression very fond of the idea, "That's a disturbing idea, at any rate." His eyes catch towrad Coraline though, tilting his head, "I believe I know everyone in this room, save for that one..." An upnod to Coraline, at which point he getsures to Sylvana, "Lady Sylvana, do come make introductions for us all?"

As Maharet catches his arm and steers him over toward Coraline, Giorgio moves easily with the abrupt change in direction. When they arrive, Giorgio sweeps into a regal bow to the Princess before offering, "Princess Coraline! I have looked over the message you sent with your interest in business. I don't wish to draw the night's festivities down with boring talk of business, but I would be very interested in hearing your proposal soon. And thank you for coming tonight. You honor us with your presence."

Raven flashes a broad grin at Haakon and salutes him with her newly secured drink. Egon is given a smile, "Thank you." She gestures, "Lady Clarisse Charon is a healer of some skill and immense patience. Lady Clarisse this is my friend, Egon Maw. A lover of books, the esoteric, and spirited conversation."

Haakon salutes Raven back with an arm of skewered octopus, and a dry, short lived half-smile.

Is there water or tea at a victory celebration in a Saffron Isles house? There probably is. Whichever one, Medeia finds a way to get a glass of it before shaking her head at Haakon an Savio's exchange. "Savio needs to think more of himself," she claims, but then there's Ciro and she's offering a hug - awkward as it may be. "I'm glad you came back, and I should've known a lunch invitation was expecting too much from you." There's a teasing grin after those words. Then there is a wave to Coraline, and Clarisse, and a curious glance to Haakon's skewer of octopus.

Clarisse bows her head respectfully at Egon, and smiles at Savio, "I promise my friend I will not spend the entire night worrying so long as you are following doctor's orders. You should be resting, and letting us fuss over you tonight." She offers softly, "Please accept my apologies, Raven is generous in her introductions and I adore her for how sweet she is, I am Lady Clarisse Charon, Lord Teague Charon's little sister." She does look to Raven apologetically, "I am so sorry Raven, I have been kept so busy that I have hardly a chance to blink or breath, it is nice to be able to get out with some friends again, and it is a pleasure to meet you as well Egon. I think you and I will get along very well. I have a love for books as well, always trying and failing to find many for sale, so I must bury my free time in any library that will let me in."

The compliment from Sylvana prompts Maharet to smile, her silvery voice lifting. "Fortunately for us, the celebration is the best part. Andromeda may disagree, but I'm really just happy to see everyone back in one piece." While speaking, Maharet's nimble fingers capture a golden medallion out of what appears to be many, presenting it to Giorgio. "Thank you, Giorgio; you are forever a staunch all of mine. Tremorus is all the greater with you." The medallion is given to Giorgio, along with a wider-yet smile. "The business, in case you were wondering, was about building ports and the like -- I can fill you in later tonight, Sylvana."

Sylvana is given a wink of agreement, "Oh I have never been good with social situations but sadly can never run far or fast enough not to be sucked in. Its not all bad of course, I meet the most amazing people through such situations." All of this is said very quietly before her attention is firmly drawn to Orland and that nod, which is returned with a warm smile. Attention now returns to Giorgio and that smile blooms to a grin, "Ah yes, well I very much wish for us to meet again in a quieter arena and I hope that we can certainly have excellent business discussions indeed. I have no wish to lessen the attention on a great victory with talk to draw it away. Simply let me know when will work for you and I will happily meet with you at your leisure." Medeia's wave is returned with one of her own add in a warm smile to boot, yes she does have more than one to share.

When that hug comes to be offered, Ciro is returning it, making it a touch less awkward by using one arm and coming in a touch from the side, "Figured since my cousin left Arx, I'd find my way back on the off chance that he made his way to Ischia." A grin tugs to his lips, "Hey. I would have made it if you had sent it a little earlier. As in .. last night. Before there were drinking games happening at the Dancing Feather. So not /my/ fault." Stepping back, he manages to procure himself a glass of rum and it's promptly lifted to his lips, a rather healthy swallow of it coming to be taken. A scan of the room and he's pointing in the direction of Orland, "He's partially to blame. He got me on the subject of gambling and then promptly left. With good excuse, though, I have to add."

"Of course, Lord Amadeo," Egon calls over aridly in reply to Orland, tacking on a quick bow as well. There is a hint of a smile there at the other man, but his attention shifts back to Clarisse. "Oh, she is very kind, isn't she?" Referring to Raven. "You are humble. An excellent trait to have all things considered. And I believe I have met Lord Teague, him and I sparred once or twice." Reaching up to knead at his shoulders, he muses, lips curling at the corners: "An incredible fighter he is. Ah, I think I would be able to lend you a few books you may not have."

"Good evening, Lord Orland," she says with a smile and a dip of her head to him and the others that he brings along with him. "This is Princess Caroline. We met once and enjoyed each other's company some evenings ago, it was a delightful surprise to see she had been invited by our Precious Maharet," she smiles over to Maharet. "Yes I'd like that, I've been meaning to talk with you again after the last time, it really has been too long." Another smile is spared for Coraline and she nods with an enthusiastic grin. "Oh yes, I absolutely loathe these big social situations, but daring to come out to one is how I made your acquaintance in the first place. I suppose I should also be grateful that Doreen's protestations caught my attention as well. I hope she is doing okay?" she wonders.

1 Thrax Elite Guards arrives, following Klaus.

Haakon sniffs sharply at Ciro's account of gambling and blame. "Didn't lose any distilleries this time, did you?" he teases, deadpan. The small smile betraying his not-as-bad-as-usual humor. "I'm off, but fair to see you in the city again, Rumlord." He adds more quiet words to Medeia, before stepping off.

Medeia checks 'recovery check' at normal. Medeia is successful.

Medeia checks 'recovery check' at normal. Medeia is successful.

Medeia checks 'recovery check' at normal. Medeia is successful.

Savio checks 'recovery check' at normal. Botch! Savio fails completely.

Savio checks 'recovery check' at normal. Savio is successful.

Savio checks 'recovery check' at normal. Savio is successful.

Savio checks 'recovery check' at normal. Savio is successful.

Savio checks 'recovery check' at normal. Savio is successful.

Savio checks 'recovery check' at normal. Savio marginally fails.

Savio checks 'recovery check' at normal. Savio is successful.

Savio checks 'recovery check' at normal. Savio marginally fails.

Savio checks 'recovery check' at normal. Savio is successful.

Savio checks 'recovery check' at normal. Savio is successful.

Savio checks 'recovery check' at normal. Savio is successful.

Savio checks 'recovery check' at normal. Savio is successful.

Savio checks 'recovery check' at normal. Savio is successful.

Raven's eyebrows lift in mild surprise and smiles reassuring, "OF course my lady. I am pleased to see you looking well and I have no doubt that you have been quite busy. Perhaps sometime soon someone will throw a gala to hour or healers and mercies who toil at all hours to keep us hale and hardy." She salutes Clarisse with a warm smile. When Sylvana arriva Raven steps back to let other guests greet the host and hostess, bowing politely as the princess is introduced but not intruding upon the conversation. She double-takes at something Haakon says and gapes at Haakon, "He has a history of...oh, this is about the bad rum business from ages ago?" She advises egon softly, pointing at Ciro, "That's lord Ciro. Do not accept any bottles from him."

Savio has spotted Maharet handing something to Giorgio, and smiles. "Haakon!" He points. "Precious Maharet has something for you! Get it on your way out!" He forgot to use the Lord's title, you're probably not supposd to yell across a party, but is Haakon any good with etiquette either? He is not. It's fine. "The food is good, right? Thank you, I am right."

Curled up on the couch there with Orland, the wounded man can't really bow properly to Princess Coraline, but as she's introduced to Orland, he dips his head as well!

Departing from her current gathering of acquaintances, friends, and family, Maharet turns to both Haakon and Medeia. "Lord Haakon -- though I haven't yet had the chance to really meet with you, I would like to thank you for all your valor in the Battle of the Scythian Sea. We could not have done it with you; you are truly appreciated." A medallion will be set in his hands, and she mimes wiping her brow for Savio. "I'm not going to miss /ANYONE/."


Klaus is dressed in a silk tunic with the colors of Thrax on display, and what looks to be some form of rubican thread markings upon the right breasts. His breeches are black leather polished to a high sheen, with rivits of rubican which start at the hip and end before the tops of his boots. He does nto quite look out of his comfort zone as his wife, but a squirrel could starve on the difference. Speaking of which, there is none present with Klaus, for once, huzzah! The man can be taken out in publich it seems. He puts a hand to the small of his wife's back and inclines his head with a charming smile to those who greet them.

Orland's eyes flash to Ciro, in the way that one would eye down his rival and might throw down a gauntlet right then and there. However, it'd probably be tempered to card playing at this point. Nevertheless, "Lord Ciro, I would never have left you on the subject of gambling if it weren't for the immediate crisis of injuries of my inamorato." He means Savio. "I heard they were reaving on the high seas again without me, a completely different adventure," his eyes look to Lady Medeia, "I'm terribly upset I wasn't invited along." Gaze sweeps to Egon, nodding, but moving along as Sylvana comes over with Coraline, "Good evening Lady Sylvana. Ahh, so this is Princess Coraline. Your Highness, forgive me not rising to bow," he nods toward his cuddled up lover, "You're very welcomed of course, to assume I did, or allow me to later." He smirks quietly, listening to the explanation of loathing large situations, "You manage by focusing your attention on small bits and pieces, here and there."

Haakon had looked toward Savio when his name was called, reminded to take a bite of the ocpus to see whether he liked it. His face twists slightly. "The fuck is this spiced with-" he starts to mutter when- oh shit. Maharet is approaching him, and he's left with a mouthful of mollusk he doesn't like the taste of. And she's saying formal words of thanks for the battle. Can't spit it out... The reaver keeps his stony composure and swallows once, giving a dip of his head and shoulders to Mharet as the medallion is offered. "It were a good fight, well worth the voyage. Fair winds keep you and yours, until the day we draw swords together again."

Clarisse offers a warm smile and wave to Medeia also, before she offers a warm smile to Egon's offer, "I would definitely accept your offer Egon. There are so may tomes I have yet to read, and many I would love to grow my own library with. But I would accept your offer graciously." She smiles at Raven's thoughts, "It would be a delightful event that would be nice to see my fellow healers enjoying themselves. Perhaps held in the garden at the hospital to make it easier for our patients to enjoy as well. A brilliant idea Raven. Truly." She does offer a respectful bow of her head to the Princess Caroline as well as a graceful curtsey to her, trying her best to show proper etiquette to the Princess, she has not met before. "Good evening Your Highness, Princess Caroline and Lady Medeia." She is not sure about Sylvana though apologetically until she hears Orland speak her name, and offers a respectful bow of her head to her as well, "Good evening Lady Sylvana."

Accepting the medallion from Maharet, Giorgio smiles and dips into a bow toward her. "Thank you, Precious Maharet. As ever, it is my pleasure and desire to serve our people as well as I might. Thank you." Then he pauses and watches as Maharet moves toward Haakon to present his medal.

Turning his attention towards Haakon, Ciro offers a beaming smile as he gives a shake of his head, "Distilleries? No. Just a pair of pants." That's said rather deadpan in return and it's hard to know whether he's kidding or not, "I figured I'd save betting the distillery for when I actually get my half back." A glance to Medeia, a wink shadowed in her direction and then his glass is lifted back to his lips, another healthy sip taken before he's lowering it back down. A look about the room at just about the point that Raven points to him has him arching a brow, her words missed amongst the din of the crowd. But, she does get a big smile and a waggle of his glass in her direction. Playing his attention back to Orland, there's a smile given, "Hence why I pointed out you left with good excuse, Lord Orland. And if I had known it was Savio that was injured, I would have made a point of leaving the Feather to check in."

Egon follows the direction of Raven's finger and settles briefly on Ciro who also receives a bow from him. He inhales a quiet breath and draws forth another sip from the wineglass, lapsing into a brief bout of silence.

About to reply to Sylvana, though she does smile and nod to Savio, wincing internally at the appareant woundage and the subsiquent irritation in healing clearly something she is well familiar with, Cora gives Klaus a look of affection, "Hello beloved." She looks him up and down for a moment and says very softly, "You look amazing, I approve." someone must have let the servents dress him today. To Orland, Cora laughs and shakes her head, "We can pretend you did, I am terrible with sticking to the traditional greetings per rank. Don't worry, I shan't tell even under torture." she jokes and looks around the event, "I take it then that my infamy proceeds me?" she asks dryly.

Raven has joined the A Sumptous Set of Chairs for Conversation.

Egon has joined the A Sumptous Set of Chairs for Conversation.


Klaus beams at Sylvana and makes certain to move and touch of her shoulder. "Tis good to see you Lady Sylvana. Doreen sends her regrets. We thought it best not to expose her here. Perhaps we can circle back to one another once the exchange of pleasantries are done."

"Your Highness, I'll take that under advisement your willpower to resist even under torture," Orland says to Coraline, eyes flicking to Klaus, "And this is your beloved, who is...also someone that I've not had the pleasure of meeting and will also kindly ask him to forgive me getting up at the moment." To Ciro, he looks at the man, "It was good you didn't. I think I may have well tried to bite off anyone's head that wasn't a mercy willing to help him."

"No one needs to worry about me, hey," Savio insists, at the notion that Ciro would have left the Feather if his name was mentioned! A little hint of a smile follows for Ciro, thoughtful, maybe a bit amused. "I'm touched though, I didn't know you cared. You just want to make sure I still give out haze, is that it! Ah no no, of course I am only teasing, you're very kind, Lord Ciro."

Maharet tries /very hard/ not to laugh as Haakon visibly appears to be struggling with the food; her lips curved into a devilish smile as she dips her head. "Worth the voyage." After blowing a kiss to Giorgio, she tucks a loose curl of fiery red hair behind her ear as golden irises turn to Medeia next. "The same can be said here: Though we haven't met, I am forever thankful for your medical support. If not for you, Savio would probably be complaining ten times more." All said in complete affection, as she hands Medeia a medallion. "I will endeavor to meet with you and Lord Haakon at a future date, to properly express my thanks."

Giorgio is overheard praising Haakon.

Sylvana sips her wine as she looks over at the gathering crowd around her. Moving over to the corner has apparently not helped her avoid the crowd! Eyes dart to all the faces and she smiles to them. A laugh shines out and she nods to Orland. "Indeed it is she! Apparently her reputation has preceded herself! Here I thought I would escape from prying eyes by joining her in my foolishness," she laughs before she bows her head towards Clarisse. "Oh! Hello there! Good to be meeting you, who might you be?" she wonders, biting her lip curiously. Klaus is given a smile and a nod. "I imagine she would not appreciate such a crowd, but..." she reaches into a pouch tied to her waist and hands him a small handful of nuts. "Give those to her and tell her they're from me!"

Raven retreats to the chairs to settle in and sip her wine, people catching curiously and watching Orland take everything sitting down with a bit of a grin. Now and again she leans in towards Egon to speak gently.

Egon saunters over to one of the couches, deciding to take a bit of refuge there for the time being but not before he pays his obeisance to Coraline and Sylvana. Seating himself down on one of the plush cushions, he laces one leg over the other and falls into quiet conversation with Raven.

"Precious Maharet," Medeia greets the woman, bowing her head and waiting for her words to Haakon to end. She gives Haakon a quick farewell before turning back to the Whisper. "It has been too long since we have had a chance to speak. We should remedy that soon." Turning to Orland, she frowns. "Weren't you? Dear Orland, consider yourself always invited, friend. And Lady CLarisse! Thank you for your assistance with all the patients at the hospital recently. It has been a relief to have good help," she adds to the Charon woman. For Ciro, she gets a wicked grin. "Oh, you think you're getting it back, do you? This is the /second/ time I've owned it entirely. You'll need to prove you deserve your half back." And then there is a medallion in /her/ palm. "Oh." The surprise is obvious. "You're very welcome."

Cora nods in agreement to Klaus' words to Sylvana about Doreen, "Apologies yes she is well. In fact I wore this hairpin in her honor." Cora indicates a hairpin decorated in squirrels of all things. "So at least she is represented." She laughs softly then grins at Orland, "Yes this is my husband Prince Klaus Thrax, I am certain he too will face torture and worse to never breathe word that you somehow managed not to bow to him." Her eyes sparkle with repressed amusement.

Looking to Savio, Ciro is flashing a grin, "I would have brought a bottle along and drank it in your name. As a token of my wish for you to get better." Because he needs an excuse to drink more, right? To Orland, there's a low chuckle that comes to be offered, only with an incline of his head, "I at least know to stand in a corner, out of the way. Far safer for my health and everyone else's at that." A glance to Medeia, a feigned look of shock and then he's trying his best to give her an innocent, puppy dogged eye look, "Puuuhhleeeeeze?" It lasts for the barest hint of a moment before a grin tugs to his lips, "I always prove myself, now, don't I?"

Seeing Egon, Cora gives a warm smile and a nod, "I am eager to meet all of these new people, might I beg an introduction. I would hate to seem rude as though I were ignoring anyone but I admit I am terrible at jumping into conversations.


Klaus looks to both Orland and Savio. "Sers, I will say both of you have my respect. I have been where the two of you are, and it is not an easy thing, recovery, not for people of action and duty. All I can say is listen to your healers, or you might get a pixie with a big axe to tie you to your healing bed." He says the last with a bit of mirth, elbowing his wife lightly.

Clarisse offers a respectful bow of her head again to Sylvana and offers gently, "Lady Clarisse Charon, a healer really, it is a pleasure to meet you." She offers not quite sure of what to make of Sylvana at the moment but she is usually a more shy lady around those she doesn't know so well. And finds herself retreating just a bit closer to those she is friends with and knows. She does smile at Klaus' comment though and shakes her head clearly amused.

Savio dips his head to Klaus in a way he hopes conveys the formality due a prince! "You are kind to say so, your highness, and it is a pleasure that you've come here to honor us with your company! I am lucky to have the help of my lord Orland here and for the healers, but you're right, crossing a healer is a mistake one won't make twice!"

Cora sideeyes Klaus, "It isn't my fault you don't listen to good sense and I always blunt the edges of the axe...when you are injured anyway. Hemotomas are typically less deadly than the injuries you end up bringing home most times."

Giorgio is overheard praising Maharet.

Sylvan is regarded by Orland, "How unlikely to escape notice in this home, Lady Sylvana. You should not hide. Have you met, Lord Ciro? You shouldn't meet him, if you haven't. But he's over there, being the annoyance he usually is." That's said with affection of a rival that's somewhat on friendly terms. To Medeia, Orland notes, "I absolutely wasn't." SCOWL. BLAME. Followed by an aloofness as she clarifies he's always invited, "If you deem to take Savio off on some great misadventure, any of you," he speaks to the room, "At least make sure Raven or myself go with him. Or Giorgio. He didn't get knicked at all during the siege!" His head wavers this way and that, looking for the older Pontelaeus brother. To Klaus, "Sorry.. a what? A pixie? What is that..."

Raven talks quietly to Egon, settled comfortably beside him enjoying her drink, and pointing out various guests and apparently seeming to give the quiet man an idea of who's who in attendance.

"Oh a healer? A pleasure to meet you Lady Clarisse," she smiles as she sips another bit of the wine, looking around a bit and adding. "I am still trying to get used to this city but it has been nice to meet all the new faces, I don't think I've seen a fraction of the people I've met in Arx in my whole life before I left Brindleberry," she explains with a smile, her attention shifting back to Coraline. "It's wonderful representation. If you're ever visiting me feel free to bring her around, I'm sure she'd love to climb the trees I keep in my grove," she smiles. There's a giggle over her wine for Orland and a glance over to Ciro. "I don't believe I have met him," she say, waving over to the man that Orland gestures towards.

Raven is overheard praising Maharet: An excellent hostess


Klaus places a kiss upon his wife's cheek and a whisper into her ear before turning again to Savio and Orland. "Excuse me both, Sers, but I do want to pay my respects to the hostess, and to inform any servers about they are to give you all deference and to want for naught, excuse me."

Klaus slips away from his wife, giving the Lady Sylvana a wink as he does and then approaches the hostess of the evening (after whispering at a server or two). "Mistress Maharet, a good evening to you and my praise for hosting such an splendid affair. I am breathless."

Medeia looks at Ciro, shaking her head in amusement. "Do you? Always? We shall see." She looks back to Orland, then to Raven and Giorgio. "Any of you, I would have with us. Gladly." Then she leans in close to Ciro, saying something quietly.

Remus is overheard praising Maharet.

Egon is engaged in conversation with Raven over at one of the couches, discussing something or another with a few gestures of his hand tacked on to emphasize whatever point he is making.

Raven inclines her head and lifts her glass and calls to Medeia "My sword is yours if you need it, my lady! Doubly so if Savio's involved!"

Raven leans in then and chuckles, rubbing Egon's back reassuringly and kissing his cheek, "Alright, alright." She reassures, "Another time."

There's introductions being done by Orland and Ciro can't help the chuckle that falls past his lips for the way that it's offered, "Hey now, Lord Orland. Everyone should /always/ meet me." A curl of his lips to a grin and a wink flashed before his gaze slides over in the direction of Sylvana and Coraline and the others that have gathered around the pair. A hand lifts to give a wriggle of his fingers in their direction, only for him to then look back over towards Medeia, "Mmmhmmm." Tilting his head a touch at the murmured words, there's a little shake of his head and something murmured in return, only for him to offer his arm, "Shall we drift closer to Lord Orland and Savio? There's people there I haven't met and I just can't have that."

With the promise made, Maharet flourishes a curtsy for Medeia before sneaking off to find her next victim: Orland. "If I may interrupt you for a moment?" A medallion is presented to the Amadeo Lord and carefully placed into the palm of his hand. "To me, you're family." Proud is an understatement, she looks up at Orland with a warm smile. "Thank you for being there, always. For striking down the False Queen. You are a wonderful ally to have."

Turning to the new voice, Maharet cants her head in greeting. "Your Highness." Klaus is a new face, but she knows of him, having spoken recently to Coraline. "Thank you for coming out this way on such short notice. Hopefully you find the food to be okay?" Yes, she's worried. Of course she's worried, considering how Haakon looked on his way out.

Clarisse does take up a glass of what looks to be water, in order to keep her wits about her, and seems content to listen to those around her. She looks thoughtful and quiet and very much okay with that at the moment as she listens to those gathered. She is also keeping a careful on Savio though, ready to get her friend anything he may need, so that he can rest as ordered. The healer in her more comfortable being in the background than the Lady of her, making a fuss among those gathered.

Raven smiles to Clarisse and wonders, "You said you were also a voracious reader, Lady Clarisse? I'm sorry I may have missed it in all the greeting and mingling, Did you say what your favorite topic was?

Raven smiles to Clarisse and wonders, "You said you were also a voracious reader, Lady Clarisse? I'm sorry I may have missed it in all the greeting and mingling, Did you say what your favorite topic was? "

Savio has heard Orland and Raven out here casting aspersions on whether he should be out by himself. "I'm a perfectly competent adult!" he insists, followed by, "....who should have at least one friend with him when he goes places." He's barely functional, he cannot deny it!

When Maharet presents the medal to Orland, Savio smiles, and seems pleased. "It is given to you from the People of Tremorus. My people, and me, as their Voice. It is as Precious Maharet says: Thank you for being there, always."

Clarisse will see that Savio is staying put! Being good! But it seems her he's more worried about. "Lady Clarisse, please don't forget to partake of the food, drinks! Maharet's spared no trouble to put forth our finest offerings. Have you seen Zakhar, though, is he doing better?"

Orland looks toward Maharet as she calls his attention. The medallion, the Medal of Valor, that is awarded to him has him blink at her. "Thank you..." He looks down at the medal, exhaling a breath, "It was.. something I will journal about. That moment... but thank you."


Klus gives a rich chuckle to Maharet. "Your food is not alive, and not trying to crawl its way out of my throat, unlike some local Thrax foor I can mention. I will be enjoying myself much I assure you. I do not wish to delay you too long from your other guests." Klaus then swings around to look for said food. As nearly aways, he is hungry.

Medeia accepts Ciro's arm, letting him lead her. She briefly frowns, saying something else quietly as they move, but then she's sipping from her water as Ciro meets new people.

Raven roses and applauds as Orland is awarded the medal, "Good to see good deeds recognized. That metal demands an outfit to match, lord Amadeo!"

Savio beckons toward Sylvana, attempting to lure her closer and over toward the place he is sitting. "Lady Sylvana!" Beckon beckon. "Come here, come here and join me, and if you refuse, I will over-water all of the houseplants in the manor!" dire threats!

Egon hops up to his feet as well with wineglass still in hand, tapping the stem of the cup in a sort of clap. "Congratulations, Lord Amadeo," he declares and then looks to Clarisse. "I will be sure to send you a missive. Perhaps we could arrange a meeting one of these days? Whenever you aren't too taken with your work?"

Clarisse smiles at Raven at her question, "I admit I like story of romance quite a bit, Raven." She does also smile reassuringly at Savio, "It is quite alright Savio, and Zakhar is doing better. I was able to see him early in the morning, he was awake, smoking a bit of haze despite objections, but it helps him feel better so I could not say no. He was hungry too, so I made sure to get him some food before I continued my own rounds for the day. He will be just fine but knows he is not to go anywhere until he is granted permission by us." She offers reassuringly, "I did expect you to still be at the hospital, but so long as you remain resting. Well you can rest as well here too."

As the group seems to disperse around her, many of the people she was talking to filtering in and out and further away, she seems to breathe a sigh of relief, though after a few more moments she glances towards Savio and she smiles over at him with a laugh. "You are just threatening me with more work, something to keep me busy while all the outside plants are asleep!" she still comes to join them and she smooths out her skirts as she settles down, crossing her legs smoothly as she looks to Savio and friends.

Walking with Medeia over in the direction of Orland and Company, Ciro is listening to what she says, only to then offer something quietly in return, a frown actually tugging to his lips. Slowing when the group is approached, his gaze sweeps over to Orland, a smile given to the man before he's then looking to the others, "I heard introductions being done, but I delayed in making my way over. Sorry! As the good Lord Orland said, I am Lord Ciro" A hand lifts to motion to Medeia, "Lady Medeia. You may know her. You may not. I've been gone for a bit. But if you don't, you really should."

Remus Leporidae slipped into the room with no accompanyment and little fanfare, the Vice General of the family still walking with a degree of stiffness due to battle-related injuries. To those that approached him, a small smile was offered, but mostly he made his way over to a quiet corner to sit down.

Sylvana has joined the A Couple of Couches in Sumptuous Silk.

Savio laughs a bit to Clarisse... guilty.... caught! "I know. I know. But Orland is looking after me!" he insists regarding his escape from the hospital. "And we have our kind staff here at the manor to help as well. I am recovering as well as anyone could." Another known face walks in, and he greets, "Remus! Tell them we are in excellent medical care!"

Remus rubbed his midsection, "I am told that scars build character." The Laconic general murmured, his soft voice barely audible over the din of the room.

"It /can/ be alive," suggests Maharet with a little waggle of her finger. "Not that I recommend it. I'll be certain to try the more traditional Thrax cuisine in due time." As Sylvana wanders by, Maharet dutifully plucks a twig out of her hair -- as if this is a completely normal occurrence. It's only then that Remus' voice catches her attention. "There you are!" After dusting off her hands, she steps up to him revealing a medallion with his name on it. "What are we without the strategic wit and cunning of our very own Vice-General? Thank you, your efforts in the Siege of Scythia were paramount in our success."

Raven's gaze swivels to Remus curiously as he's given a metal and referred to as Vice-General." She drains her glass and hands it off to Egon while they both avidly people-watch.


Having picked his way through the food offerings, and with plates for both himself and his wife, he returns to her, making a gesture to where the Lady Sylvana was. "A friendly face is like any light in a storm, yes my wife?"

Remus takes the medal and inclined his head, "You honour me, dear Maharet. I simply hope that the family and Praefecta are well-pleased with how the campaign was run. We have many lessons to draw from it." The tall man offered Maharet a small, but earnest smile.

Clarisse smiles at Savio and leans down to gentle kiss his forehead affectionately for her friend, "I could not keep Orland at the hospital too, after see his home, I could not blame here either, for wishing to be someplace more comfortable. I will try to enjoy myself just know that my nature is to take care of those I care for too, okay? So don't be to hard on me either." She offers a very gentle squeeze to him.

Having spotted Ciro nearby, ish, Savio tilts a smile his way and asks, "Who here can we still introduce you to? You're relatively well known already!" Nonetheless, he points out, "Princess Coraline, and Prince Klaus! My cousin the Lady Sylvana... you already know Raven, and Lady Clarisse. Surely you know my brother Giorgio, as well? And then there's this Lady..." Medeia, who he definitely knows. "Ah, you have to watch out for her!"

Clarisse receives a smile for the affection. "You are too good for this world, Clarisse, and the rest of us are dull and silly things by comparison."

Medeia waves a hand dismissively. "No one needs to know me." She smiles though, a faint pink coloring her cheeks for the compliment. She glances aside to Savio and Clarisse, just watching for a brief moment before the introductions happen. "Watch out for /me/?" She huffs a dry laugh past her lips.

When Maharet plucks the branch from her hair, Sylvana winces a bit and claps a hand to the side of her head. "Ow! Watch it, that tugs!" she protests with a little playful smile towards her, while she strides on over to where Savio and Orland are sat together on the couches.

"Every needs to know you. Get over it." There's a tease in those words as Ciro offers them to Medeia, only to then give a laugh at Savio's comment about her, "And yes, she is one to watch, isn't she?" A quick grin is given to Medeia before he's looking to Coraline and Klaus, "Well met, Your Highnesses!" Then, to Sylvana, a smile, "Lady Sylvana. A pleasure." Oh, look. There's a Raven! Sitting quietly, "Can't hide over there, you know." A touch of a grin and then he's looking to Clarisse, "Lady Clarisse. So very good to see you again." His gaze slides over towards Giorgio, a smile given and a nod of his head, "Good to see you again, Giorgio." When he looks back to Savio, there's a smile, "That just about covers it. Greatly appreciated, Savio."

Raven rises, Egon in tow as she smiles to Maharet, "This is an absolutely lovely affair, my lady. It is good to see those who you credit with your victory thusly honored. Messere Egon and I unfortunately both must excuse ourselves but we couldn't do so before thanking you for the invitation and for being such a gracious hostess."

Egon has left the A Sumptous Set of Chairs for Conversation.

Raven has left the A Sumptous Set of Chairs for Conversation.

Offering a bow of his head toward Ciro, Giorgio says, "It is a pleasure to see you again as well, Ciro. I trust that you and the rest of the Seraceni have been well?" His eyes drift around the rest of the gathering then and spies Raven as she makes her farewell to Maharet. "Leaving so soon, Raven the Blackheart?" he asks of her with a lift of his brows.

"That is right. Thank you so much. It really is all splendid," Egon tells Maharet, inclining his head to her differentially. To Savio and Orland, he finger-waves to them, "I will meet with you two soon, I'm sure. Do take care the both of you."

Savio blows kisses to Raven and Egon, "You must both let us host you again at a quieter time. You will love the library! Plan on it, my friends!"

"Well-pleased is putting it lightly," replies Maharet, who looks (way) up at Remus. "Of the many lessons to be drawn, I can only suspect that you'd be the one to see them all." It goes without saying that she trusts Remus to impart that wisdom as it comes. "Thank you again." At Raven's comment, Maharet's lips curl into a hint of a smile for both her and Egon. "Thank you for joining us, it means a lot, Blackheart. Safe travels, both of you."

Clarisse is blushing softly at Savios fuss, and generous compliment of her, before she is offering a warm greeting to Ciro, "It is a pleasure to see you again as well Lord Ciro, and she offers a respectful curtsey to the Prince, "Your Highness, a pleasure meet you as well. This is a lovely evening." She frowns as Raven is leaving though, and moves closer to offer her a gentle hug, "Be well Raven and I hope to meet with you again soon. Egon do take good care of her." She winks at him.


Klaus puts down the food he ws about to eat and turns his attention to Ciro. He does ot recognize the man, but such he had found to be the case when becoming a Prince of Thra, he knew less than half to people who greeted him. He instead inclines his head to the man and replies with a simple. "Well met, m'Lord."

Raven looks to Ciro, "Since when have you known me to hide, my lord?" she tuts and shakes her head. She smiles to Giorgio, "I'm afraid I must, there are matters to attend but no doubt I will see you again soon, Master giorgio." She smiles warmly to Savio and blows a kiss and then follows it with a firm "Behave. Take it easy." She smiles warmly to Clarisse, "Do let me know if your patients give you any grief, yes?" She returns the hug gently, "IT is good to see you, Lady Clarisse." and with that and a parting blown kiss towards Orland she's off with Egon in tow.

Moonsilver, the pale-feathered raven, Egon leave, following Raven.

"And thank you, Maharet. All the campaigning in the world goes sour when one doesn't have somewhere lovely and warm to come home to. You are very well-appreciated in all that you do." Remus inclined his head once more before settling back down with the same stiffness.

From the conversation she's holding on the couch she smiles over at Ciro and dips her head towards him. "Lord Ciro, a pleasure. Glad to meet you finally after I heard so much about you! From Lord Orland about five minutes ago," she says with a bright grin.

"Seraceni is as well as can be expected." That's offered to Giorgio with a smile as Ciro then looks over towards Raven at her comment, a laugh falling past his lips in answer to it. Fingers lift to give a little waggle as she takes her leave and then he's looking over towards Sylvana, grin tugging to his lips, "I'd say that it was all lies, but it's probably very much the truth. You'll just have be the judge of it yourself." His gaze then slides back over towards Clarisse, "How have you been, Lady Clarisse?"

Medeia excuses herself from Ciro's side, shaking her head at the insistance that she need be watched - how dangerous and troublesome can a lady six months pregnant /be/? She steps closer to Coraline with a smile. "Princess Coraline, how lovely to see you again so soon. How are you?"

Cora had been called off for a momene to take care of bidness, she did not kill the table full of fud via axe, nor did she drink the place dry because she is all responsible and adulty y'all. Instead she rejoins the conversation and smiles to Savio and Ciro, "Apologies I was pulled away. I fear no matter where I go work finds me and hiding never really works." Taking the food Klaus set aside for her she smirks at him, "You should enjoy this greatly as I know you are so excited by the next formal family meal." Her eyes sparkle with repressed mirth at his future misfortune.

Turning at her name, Cora smiles brightly to Medeia, "Lady Medeia, how wonderful to see you again, I am well thank you. I fear the time of endless tasks is upon me," she chuckles, "Not unpleasant ones but it certainly fills up the schedule. Have you met my husband yet? This is Prince Klaus Thrax."

Clarisse offers warmly to Ciro at his question, "I have been well, Lord Ciro, only busy as Minister of Health for the family and keeping records, before Zakhar left he had designed and created a new beautiful desk, that I do not think I have hard left in weeks. At least the view from my room is that of our garden but still I have had to prioritize between fun and family needs. Thank you for asking Lord Ciro, how have you been, it has been awhile since I had been able to visit."


Klaus gulps and he turns perhaps a shade pale at the mention of the next formal family dinner. "I am not going." He says, as if putting a foot down. "It is not my fault the child is a damned good thief. I would rather try to sail your boat and swim in the ocean." Then he ahd to clam up as his wife is trying to introduce him to someone. He blushes, briefly, and inclines his head head towards Medeia. "M'Lady, my pleasure."

"Well I suppose you'll just have to back up Lord Orland's words with actions of your own!" Sylvana says with a lift of her glass and a wink. "So, perhaps you can tell me a bit about yourself just to keep things interesting?" she says, her gaze shifting over to Coraline as she returns and a wave given to the Thraxian princess. "Oh you made it back! Hope it wasn't too pressing business?"

Savio has left the A Couple of Couches in Sumptuous Silk.

Palerma, a scholarly aide-de-camp arrives, following Kalani.

Kalani arrives, following Savio.

Savio has joined the A Couple of Couches in Sumptuous Silk.

"You /must/ leave you room more often, Lady Clarisse. It's a requirement." A grin from Ciro and a nod of his head, "And you must certainly come visit more often, especially now that I am back. But I will am quite well! Hale and whole! And you'll be happy to know that I didn't fall off the docks upon my arrival." A quick grin and then his gaze darts back over towards Coraline, "Welcome back! We did introductions while you were gone. I'm Lord Ciro. Just in case you missed that." Then he's looking back over towards Sylvana, a quick laugh being offered, "I certainly can try and back things his words, though that'll be hard to do without knowing what he happened to say." Finishing his glass of rum, he's promptly exchanging the empty for a full one.

There is music and space for dancing, refreshments and food and drink aplenty as House Leporidae hosts festivities for its friends and heroes. People flow in and out easily; there seems no early or late arrivals to this affair.

"It never ends," Medeia says knowingly, agreeing with Coraline. Then she looks to Klaus and bows her head. "Your Highness, my pleasure. Please excuse my lack of curtsy." She glances between the two of the Thrax couple. "How are you both settling back in to the city?"

Cora gives Klaus what could only be described as an evil grin and speaks softly near his ear, "That might be true but you pointed it out to Alarissa, if you managed to not let her grab your weapons, and not told her mother she was a great cutpurse, you might not be punished for both." With a smirk she turns back to Sylvana, "Oh it was good, its just timing. Right now there are a lot of messages all over Arx, either going out to people from me, or coming to me from there. Setting up times to meet, or just being rejected outright, which thankfully this was not."

Her eyes turning to Ciro, Cora smiles, "Ah thank you, it is a pleasure to meet you Lord Ciro and a wonderful experience to be able to attend this party. Wonderfully put together as well. Turning back to Medeia, Cora chuckles, "Apparently I am throwing off his sleep schedule simply by being back." Her eyes find her husband, "It seems it would be more benefitial to his overall health if I took to sleeping at my desk in the Order." she jokes lightly.

Of those that are coming in and out of the hall, Lady Kalani Seliki - and her earstwhile assistant Palerma - are just another pair of faces in the crowd. Kalani is glancing around as she steps into the hall and shakes her head slightly at something that Palerma is saying, "I didn't really know there was going to be a party, only just recently met .." her voice fades again as she tips her head toward her aide as she manages to get her cloak off without needing assistance and hands it over. Winter, will it ever end?!


Klaus mutters miserably as he pushes his food about his plate. "Not so well since my wife si being a bully when I was only speaking he truth in that meeting. I think she is a sadist and enjoys watching me eat things which should be dead and fried before going into my mouth."

"Well I can assure you that they were very complimentary and I actually can't remember what he said, but I'm sure it was all great!" Sylvana smiles at Ciro, she looks back to the rest, a wave given to Kalani as she enters the hall a bit late where she's seated in the couches. Coraline gets a grin. "Great news. You've certainly been busy since your return, I can see why you're held in such high esteem by so many. You have a great way about you."

Clarisse smiles at Ciro and nods to him in agreement, "I will try to visit soon Ciro, and I am glad you are back whole and healthy too. This family has been missed and I simply love you all to pieces. You can not keep making me worry and getting hurt, that is an order. But if you ever need a healer, this one is here always, for your family. I promise you that." She does smile at the now familar voice of Kalani as she enters, "Lady and Doctor Kalani was amazing taking care of you last night Savio, her guidaince with our new healers, was amazing. I have nothing but admiration for her."

Savio is being good, Kalani! Patient of the year over here just sitting on a couch, not being up and about and using his messed up arm. Probably because Clarisse is supervising, and so is Medeia! He does spot her however, and greets, "Lady Kalani!" Pleased to see her! "Come over here, and welcome, and please, partake of everything our House's hospitality can offer you!"

Towards one of the OTHER guests... a grin, amused. "Ciro," he grins, "You're still a bard, right?"

Looking at first surprised at Sylvana's words, soon Cora is grinning, "Am I? Do I?" she turns to Klaus and pokes him, "She doesn't think I am a sadist. See, people like me." Deciding to stop tormenting her husband for a few minutes she turns her smile back to Sylvana, "Thank you for that though I can only say that people like yourself are easy to be around and brighten every interaction."

Medeia stifles laughter at the exchange between Coraline and Klaus. "Mm, I see. I believe you will find that certain foods are perfectly acceptable not dead or fried in the Isles." There's a small shrug from her, but then she hears a familiar name and look in the direction of the door. "Lani!" The Eswynd lady heads for her friend, settling at her left and looping her arm with the other woman's, leaning in to say something quietly.

"It is indeed well put together, I must admit." Ciro offers that to Coraline with a smile, only to then look back to Sylvana, smile dancing back to his lips, "Excellent! If you can't remember, then you'll have no choice to believe whatever it is that I happen to say." There's a tease there, coupled with smile as his gaze then slides back over towards Clarisse, "Thank you, Clarisse. I'll do my best to ensure you never need to use your talents on me, though." Then Savio's asking if he's still a bard and his gaze is slidddding over in his direction, brow arching just a touch, "I'm fairly certain I haven't forgotten things in the short time I was gone." A little narrowing of his eyes, albeit more playful then anything, "Why?"

"Perfect," Savio praises Ciro's confirmation. "You'll play us a song then, of course? If you didn't bring an instrument, I always have several near to hand, or you can borrow one from the other performers... just go right up there on the stage! There's space for you. Everyone wants to hear you sing! And you can't disappoint me, I'm an invalid!"

A smile forms on Kalani's face as she waves, first, to Sylvana in return and sets a course through the room toward Clarisse and Savio. "Lady Clarisse, a pleasure to see you again, and Savio, you're looking well." Her eyes skim over the recently wounded - and now recovering - Savio, a smile tugging at her lips still. "I was happy to help. And I absolutely believe you've been following all the best guidance from all the healers who have been, I'm sure, circling like worried hens." She links her good arm with Deia, indulging in a one-armed hug, her head tipping toward Deia as the smile softens on her face, speaking quietly in return. And then Savio says the magic words: Sing! "Oh? there's going to be singing?"

6 Ivory Shields, Oubi the Owl arrive, following Graziella.

Graziella puts Bewitching Spiral, the scent of the labyrinth in a simple cloth bag embroidered with the phases of the moon.


Klaus continues toeat, ravenous now this might be his last good meal in a long while if his wife or other Thraxan family have any say about the matter. He turns to his wife after he washes his fiid down with some wine. "Perhaps we need one of these parties for the Order. They certainly deserve it, yes?"

There is music and space for dancing, refreshments and food and drink aplenty as House Leporidae hosts festivities for its friends and heroes. People flow in and out easily; there seems no early or late arrivals to this affair. (re for Graziella, mini-set!)

"I can hardly wait to see whatever it is you do," Sylvana winks to Ciro and dips her head with a grin. "I really will just have no choice but to believe you, but I'm sure it'll be worth all the suspense you are putting me under," Sylvana says dramatically. To Coraline she smiles warmly. "It's been such a delight getting to know you, I felt we just hit it off from the moment we met and you are such an easy person to talk to, which is not something I can say of most people!"

Maharet lifts her glass and taps the side of it, ringing it and raising her voice in volume for everyone in the room to hear. "The Battle for the Scythian Sea and the Bloody Siege of Castle Scythia were both wildly successful; success of which that could not be possible without everyone's blood, sweat, and tears. Each and every one of you played a deeply valuable role in this triumpth, and this celebration is yours to share. The support that we have had from Thrax, particularly House Eswynd has been staggering. From Tremorus to you all: thank you."

Drawing a deep breath, Maharet proceeds, "I encourage you to stay and partake for as long as you're able to hold your liquor. I mean it when I say that this evening is for you -- we are so appreciative of everything you have done." And so, it warrants a second note of appreciation. "Thank you." As something of an aside, she takes this moment of attention to append, "Oh, and it goes without saying, but please don't hesitate to get in contact with either me or Giorgio if you'd like to discuss any future opportunities with Leporidae. I don't bite." Giorgio might, who knows.

From where he stands near one of the walls, nursing his glass of whiskey, Giorgio lifts his hand in response to Maharet's words. "Yes, of course," he calls out to those assembled. "Leporidae and Tremorus would be overjoyed to discuss potential opportunities between our people and the rest of the Compact, if any of you have interest. Myself and Precious Maharet are both willing to meet with you whenever convenient."

"Then it is a date, Lady Sylvana. I shall have to regel you with my history." That's offered as an aside to Sylvana as Ciro listens to Savio and there's a grunt and then a grin, "No fair, playing the invalid card like that, Savio. Low. Very low. I approve." A wink is given, "But I'm not singing. I'll play though. You'll have to find another vic.." Just as he says that, Kalani inquires about singing and he's looking over towards her, "Congratulations, you just volunteered to sing for all of us!"

Princess Graziella Pravus arrives late in the evening and she walks through the room with a curious smile on her wide-eyed face as she slinks through the crowds as if searching for familiar faces in the party atmosphere. She is wearing a periwinkle dress and a strange small crown made of wire and twisted to look like ravens in flight.

Savio is overheard praising Maharet: A wonderful hostess and truly a gem among the Leporidae.

"Oh no. I couldn't carry a tune if it were welded to a bucket and then tied to my hand," Kalani hastily replies, her eyes equally alarmed and regretful. She even makes a quiet 'sound' that - to those nearby is really painfully off key - which translates to her best attempt at a hum. "See? I love music, all music. But I've absolutely no ability to make it myself. I can, however, whistle."

"Cirooooo," Savio scolds. "You are a bard! You don't sing? Really now! What bard fears the spotlight!" He laughs. King of the Invalids considers Kalani's response, and then muses, "I will however accept music with whistling accompaniment, if the Lady agrees."

The affectionate look Cora typically has when she teases Klaus deepens for a moment and she nods, "That, husband dear, is an excellent idea. I will get on planning it once I have the opportunity." Rubbing her chin her mind turns inward. "Once I finish this round of meetings, I still need to settle on the details for the Thrax party and the invitations. I was thinking of making it for the nobility but I find I am less inclined to do so now. Truly I wish I had Alarissa's skill with this," The last muttured under her breath with real concern she will end up flubbing it. Shaking that off she continues, "If I do the preparations at the same time for the event for the Order, I should be able to cut the work in half." Aaaaand she's gone off into work land for a second as she mentally draws up costs, guestlists, and what sort of activites would be appropriate for an event hosted by an Order of Knights.

Blinking like a rather surprised chipmunk for a moment, Cora smiles warmly at Sylvana and gently touches her hand, "I can safely say that the same can be said for yourself."

The mention of singing has Medeia dipping behind Kalani after their quiet exchange. No one can see her, probably. But then Maharet is saying nice things about her house and she feels compelled to say something back. Clearing her throat, she steps closer to Maharet, lifting her voice to the party. "On behalf of House Eswynd," she starts, her Lycene accent a giveaway that she's not originally an Islander, "I would like to say you're welcome, but also thank you. Precious Maharet, Lady Andromeda, Messere Giorgio - I have had pleasant interactions with all I have met from Tremorus. However, truly, my heartfelt thanks is to all of you for convincing Savio to come to the city. He has shown himself to be a true friend to us. When he asked my husband to aid you, we both jumped to find a way to ensure you had what you needed. It was our honor to return a favor. And we do look forward to future opportunities."

Giorgio has only just finished his announcement when a messenger hurries into the room and heads in his direction. Giorgio pauses and glances over the message as Medeia offers her praise to Savio, and the merchant prince even lifts his glass in gratitude for the praise his brother and family receive from the Lady. Soon, however, he discretely slips from the room, heading off at the side of the messenger.

Savio blows a smooch toward Medeia and smiles, "The wind cares not," he replies to her with the Eswynd house words, then lifts a glass back at Giorgio. The Brothers Pontelaeus can get along, sometimes!

Luxe leaves, following Giorgio.

"Now, now, Savio. I didn't say I /couldn't/ sing, just that I would leave that honor to someone else tonight." Ciro then lifts his glass to his lips, draining it entirely of the rum and two large swallows before lowering the glass to set on an empty tray. He's then making his way over towards one of the performers, a lute player, specifically and after a murmured request, the instrument is handed over. There's a pointed look over in the direction of Savio as he begins to strum lightly upon the strings, starting with something that is relatively quiet and soft, music appropriate for the background. At least for the moment.

Orland had spent a good moment of his time speaking to the various indviduals that we call NPCs after he was given his medal, engaging in a few long enough to drag him from the other conversations floating around. Politely letting those military-esque NPCs float off, Orland turns back to the topics floating around the couch. It might take him a while to catch up to what's presently on tongue.

Ciro checks charm and performance at normal. Ciro is successful.

Princess Graziella doesn't linger long, as if she only leaves her lair to make sure people see her clothing and not actually to socialize. She wanders through the gathering looking around without greeting anyone and then just as mysteriously as she appeared? She disappears again as if the person she was looking for wasn't present at the party.

Kalani still wears a mildly alarmed expression, "And when I say whistle, I mean loud enough to carry while standing on the deck of a ship with the wind gusting, the waves rising and all manner of shouting going on. Not even remotely musical, I'm so sorry," she demurs, explains really, and there's such chagrined sadness, it's clear the Seliki really wishes she could! She falls silent, focusing on Medeia and listening intently as Deia addresses the assembled gathering. That smile blooms on her face again and she tips a nod toward Savio, "The wind cares not," she agrees before saying in a quieter voice. "We are the rocks that the waves beat against."

Remus slips from the room at some point, offering Maharet a final word of gratitude before going and embedding himself in his work once more.

Sylvana winks over at Ciro and nods. "Sounds like fun," she says. "I'll just have to hold you to it!" she says before Maharet gives her speech. Sylvana rises her wine glass up and takes a drink in time with her. "Thank you Precious Maharet, I couldn't have said it any better myself! We should all be proud of what we managed to accomplish!" Sylvana turns her attention back to Coraline and she beams happily over to the princess. "Hope we can get some more time to talk without so much... EVERYTHING everywhere."

1 Thrax Elite Guards leaves, following Klaus.

Savio spots Graziella entering in in her periwinkle dress and beckons her over! He is wounded (or was when this scene started lol) and can't get up, but it's still a wavy wavy sort of beckon as he spots her sneaking toward the exit. "Princess Graziella! Can I impose on you to come over? It's been too long!"

The word ship reaches Cora's ears and her head turns to Kalani, "Oh! Do you sail?" she asks with the baited breath of one passionate about the subject at hand." Laughing at Sylvana's words Cora nods, "Oh yes, well I did say I was terrible at social situations and it can be difficult to keep up with one conversation while juggling five." Her attention goes back to eagerly awaiting Kalani's answer though.

It's a double whammy, what with Medeia's praise for Tremorus AND the Pontelaeus brothers lifting their glasses at each other. Maharet draws a deep sigh of relief as she slinks onto the arm of the couch. If not for her previous words, her smile speaking volumes. "Are we going to be regaling Savio with music, now?" Curious golden eyes flit from Ciro and to Graziella as the new name is spoken, and Maharet turns a warm smile to the Princess.

On her way to the exit Graziella catches the wave from Savio and she drifts over to greet him with a familiar listless quality in her large glassy eye as she croons in her naive impassive lilt, "How are you healing Savio? I prayed for all of you during that battle." In an attempt at manners she tries a fleeting smile when she adds bit more sincerely, "Glad to have you back in Arx."

Ciro continues to strum and pluck at the strings of the lute, his other hand playing along the fingerboard for the different chords. Kalani's reply draws a grin to his lips and a little shake of his head, "Everyone should learn how to whistle a tune." Then, he's look to Sylvana, "How about you, Lady Sylvana? Do you happen to sing?" Graziella's arrival draws his attention and he's flashing a smile to her, even as he dips his head in a polite incline. Catching Maharet's comment, there's a chuckle and a little nod, "He called himself an invalid. How could I refuse his request?"

"I absolutely do, yes," Kalani replies with a smile and a nod to Coraline. "I'm a daughter of Seliki, we're mostly seafaring and merchant folk, from the far north east coast," she helpfully explains with a vague gesture of her good hand to the general north-east direction. "I even helped fend off some unwelcome boarders a few months ago and was able to claim their ship to add to our fleet. It's a bit of a rust bucket, but it's still sea worthy."

Clarisse is listening quietly, offering a respectful bow of her head to the Princess as she makes her way through the evenings festivities, but remains quiet to let the others of the room shine, she does take a glass of campaign as the staff serves around the room, it is something she enjoys but rarely partakes of.

A sigh of happiness to meet another who shares her love of the sea, "Brilliant!" Cora answer with a nod, "I don't know if you have heard of us but I am part of an Order of sea going Knights. We do all that chivalric protecting but out on the open water. I just returned from a three year venture hunting pirates," she blushes, "I lost track of time if I am honest." Clearing her throat she shoves that inconvenient truth aside, "My Order was created to protect the seagoing merchant folk in fact, any who are part of the Compact." She grins, "Though if you are taking over ships of attackers, I doubt you need our services. Very well done, what was the battle like?"

"Yes, we are going to be regaling Savio with music," Savio himself laughs an answer to Maharet. "I still think Ciro should sing, but I will have to be content with the instrumental version! Look at this one, now he is trying to get Sylvana to sing." Shaking his head!

Graziella is greeted with a smile, and fondness, and Savio no longer seems like he's going to fall over because she's a princess, as he did six months or so ago! "Your prayers kept us safe, your Highness, and brought Scythia to ruin. I never thought I'd say this about a place with snow, but I'm glad to be back. Can I tell you, I've become friends with your Zyxthylum? I adore him."

Admittedly, Orland isn't contributing much to any conversation at this point, though his attention pivots once, absently toward where Ciro has claimed a lute. Yet it's to Coraline that his attention swings, when the Princess mentions Knights on the Sea, "Is your Order open to anyone, Princess Coraline?"

"A seafaring order of knights, protecting those who are vulnerable on the open water? Fascinating," Kalani's expression conveys not just interest but absolutely intrigued, extending her good hand - her left hand - along with, "I'm Lady Kalani Seliki, Voice of Seliki, among other titles," she adds the last with a shrug of one shoulder and a bit of a wry smile. "As to what the battle was like? Partly I think the captain of the other ship was drunk, or hoping to get roaring drunk if he had managed to take over our ship and retrieve the rum that he thought that we'd stolen. We hadn't, well, we didn't HAVE it, exactly, though we may have consumed it without knowing it was his," there's that wry smile again. "Lots of slashing, stabbing, shoving people off the deck and then lots and lots of mopping up."

Hearing Orland's question, Cora nods with a happy smile, "Yes indeed, we are open to all members of the Compbact to join to serve all of the Compact. We are not fealty specific and we aim to remain that way." Taking Kalani's offered hand, Cora's smile is warm, "Princess Coraline Thrax." she chuckles, "I am sure I have a lot of titles otherwise but I am horrible as a royal and truly forget them more than I remember." As Kalani tells the story Cora laughs, an honest laugh of true amusement, "Brilliant, well I can't say most pirates aren't either drunk or wishing to be. How is it you ended up with his rum in the first place?" Her tone is polite but the sparkle in her eyes says she is very interested in this story.

Orland is direct and sometimes he's painfully that way, other times one would need a Confessor to get him to talk. "Your Highness, what are the qualifications?" Medal of Valor wearer that he is! "Perhaps I could be a suitable candidate?"

The old man with snow-white hair is carried in by staff as he swats at them, "Looksie here fucker, I canna kinda walks!"

"No you can't!" Medeia looks up instantly at that familiar voice.

Graziella inclines her head modestly when Savio claims her prayers kept them safe, saying, "May we always have such prayers to keep us all safe. I'm just doing my part, where and how I am able.." The Pravus Princess trails off into a curious silence as her big blue eyes shift over Savio's face, then his wounds and then back out to the room full of people and the mention of music. At the mention of Zyxthylum, the Princess smiles sweetly and looks down at her feet as she blushes before commenting, "I was very lucky to find him in the Lowers. He's been a very capable and inspiring sort of Protege all these months."

If anyone is looking at her Graziella doesn't seem to notice and she maintains the aloof demeanor you might expect from someone with her head full of clouds. Eventually, she takes a seat near enough to Savio that she can chat with him and keep him company while she lingers long enough to hear a song or two.

Even Clarisse is looking up as Zakhar is being carried in, and she immediately puts the glass of wine she was about to sip of, back on the servants tray. "You should not even be out of bed Zakhar. At least come in an sit down. A do not argue. I can get you anything you need my friend." Now she is fussing again and clear concern shows in her features.

Kalani tips a nod to Orland along with another smile, "Good to see you again, and under much better circumstances," she says to Orland as she takes a subtle step to the side so that she can see both Orland and Coraline at the same time and include both in her line of sight and continuing conversation. She actually grins at Coraline, "I know that feeling Lots of titles, lots of hats, and paperwork that never ends. Paperwork breeds in captivity, you know. The only cure is to set it on fire," there's that faintly impish grin on her face before she exhales a laugh. "Drunk or wanting to be, yes. And, as to how, we found it, really. Along with a number of other items, but mostly the rum is the memorable part. And all the clever trips, traps and triggers that the whole area was littered with..." her words trail off as Zakhar is -carried- into the room, another (startled) laugh escapes her. "Zakhar, in the house!" she just has to call that out, and notably loud, with a grin and a wave.

"You can think all you like, Savio. I'm not singing tonight." A grin tugs to Ciro's lips, only for him to offer up, "Maybe the next time a party is held I'll sing for everyone." He's still strumming away on that lute, the tune having turned from a quiet, relaxing thing to something that is just a little more upbeat.

Graziella has joined the A Couple of Couches in Sumptuous Silk.

There's still several bandages hanging off of the old man, including the note that has been pinned to the bandages upon his back. The servent puts him down in a chair like a child dropping their favorite rag doll before giving a glance to Lady Medeia, "A real catch that one." And then sets back to their post. Zakhar has a grumpy smile, "Dey took me smokes away, clouding up the hospitals, being unhelpful dey said. Ha! jokes on dem!" He's producing the leather pouch and starts rolling up a new smoke.

Savio is keeping his injured right arm immobile as he can, happy to talk with Graziella, "He asked me to help him with singing and playing for the opening of his Secret Lounge, to which I agreed of course, and then he was kind enough to give me medicine, loan me his leeches, when I was hurt badly. Please tell him that if he ever needs anything I can provide, of course, I would give it. In a moment. In a heartbeat. I feel perhaps others misjudge him, and do not take the time to know him as they should."

As Zakhar enters, he waves at him, and instructs, "Zak! Find Precious Maharet, she has something for you!"

To Ciro, a 'hah'. "Host event that is entirely about Ciro singing, all by himself. Noted!"

"Oh, you silly thing Savio." Princess Graziella quips back from the corner of her absent minded attention as she continues to watch the room in faraway manner, adding, "Everyone is exactly like that, we misjudge just about everyone we see when we don't take the time to look past their shells." She trails off though into softer speech as she makes introductions with a few of the others seated on the sumptuous silk couches.

With a laser focus, if lasers existed, Cora's eyes go to Orland, "Ahh," she sighs in happiness, "Indeed, we have an open door, no title needed to join. You will need to either know how to sail, or be willing to learn, be willing to live by our code of chivelry, be willing to fight for those who cannot do it for themselves either by land or sea, although we generally are predominantly on the oceans. Of course, the only real barrier are for those who break the law. Should all of that interest you then I would be happy to speak to you at the Order, I can give you directions and we can meet in a day or so." She is near vibrating with excitement. Sailing talk! And a potential to join the Order, wow who needs booze or drugs when she has this? Attention going back to Zakhar she laughs outright, "Three years of paperwork has covered my desk in such a layer I fear for the structural capacity of the wood. Oh how tempting fire would be, but I like the desk." she grins then listens the the part about the rum, "Ah but at least they had good taste in booze." Hearking Zakhar's name, Cora grins and signals him with that same soldier's symbol that she had given upon their first meeting in case he is too far to hear her.

Maharet presses away from the arm of the couch as the Zakhar is set on the chair. "It's fine, Savio -- I'd much rather I find him." There's a touch of concern to her tone; she clearly doesn't want the poor guy to start wandering around. "Thank you for your support in the Battle of the Scythian Sea. We couldn't have done it without you." She presents a medallion for Zakhar, her tone a hint apologetic as she appends, "I wish I could offer more than words and medals."

A quick snort falls past Ciro's lips and he's giving a shake of his head in Savio's direction, "I may be vain, Savio, but I'm not so vain as to have an event dedicated solely to me. Try and set something up and you might find the key guest suddenly .. absent." A teasing grin tugs to his lips, fingers still gliding along the strings of the lute as his gaze shifts about. When the song comes to it's natural conclusion, he's pushing off the seat and finding the musician that he stole the lute from, only to pass it back.

Orland actually excuses himself from the couch, easing himself out of the Savio lean he was holding up, "Savio, one moment... I need to speak with the Princess...." It's not often that he moves this quickly or leaves Savio by himself. It's a dog on a mission, or a young neo-noble needing to find ways to find merit.
"Lady Kalani, yes, these circumstances are far better than the last we met. Have you gotten enough rest with that one in your hospital?" he thumbs to Zakhar, waving to the man, before his attention swings to Coraline, "I'm very interesting in knowing more about your Order and likely joining it. Bravura is a coastal house and while I've tried to learn under my former Patron," he speaks of Dio, "I didn't pick up enough from him to know my way around a ship. In fact, I nearly drowned on the one trip he took me on." A beat, "Regardless, I'd consider it my duty, to my County, and my Lord Count to serve in this manner, considering my ennoblement one Royal put it, was without merit." He bobs his head, "I'd be willing. I'm a willing student in all facets, Your Highness." His lips show a touch more curl to them, "I would like to talk about this further. Yes."

"Mercifully, it's not my hospital, but I do volunteer my time when ever I can. And they've been helping me with my arm and hand," she tips her head toward her shoulder and still healing arm. "Much as the healing sessions make me want to try to invent colorful invective that can't be used in polite company," that wry smile curves her lips again. Coraline's words capture her attention as well, nodding slowly along as the princess speaks, even exhaling a quiet laugh at the description of the desk upon which the paperwork is layered. "Paperwork strata," she properly names it before Orland voices his keen interest. "It sounds very much like a wrothy effort, and I too would like to know more," turning slightly again and grinning at Zakhar. "They took away your supply of haze? how shocking," there's more humor shading her tone of voice.

Orland has left the A Couple of Couches in Sumptuous Silk.

Zakhar looks at the medal giving it a solid bite before looking at it again. "Gud stuff this. T'was happy to help. Almost lost me spoon in it all, though found it later. If anything at all I should be thanking you fer this lovely necklace I was able to complete." He points at the bones on his neck just above the bandages wrapping up his torso.
There's a nod and a light wave back to Coraline. Then he's finished the roll and sparking it up. Taking a deep inhale from it before letting a blue hazy plume of smoke roll from his lips with a small exhale before looking up to Kalani. "Nae, still got the supply. took away what I showed them."

Toning down the excitement knob from 11, Cora nods seriously to Orland, "Truly, I do not currently have a Squire, nor a Protege." She turns serious and for a moment it is easy to see that she wears her titles in truth. "Yes, I think it would be wise to have a conversation on many things. Lets find a good time to meet, I get the feeling that we can do much good together." A look of disgust enters her expression, "Did they say that indeed? As though being born into a title made them the difinitive authority of what is and is not warrented when it comes to someone /earning/" yes she put a great deal of emphasis on that word, "a title." she didn't call this unknown royal an ass but it was there for those who knew to look for it.

Her attention going back to Kalani, a laugh is startled out of her at the phrase 'paperwork strata', "Yes I fear it might soom grow paperwork flora if left too long." she tilts her head, "If you would like, please also visit the Order, I am happy to explain more fully and if you are interested in joining, we are very happy to provide." her eyes go to Kalani's arm, "I am a physician as well, my main focus is combat medic. I can't tell you how many I have pulled out of the fire on the field." a whistful smile appears, "I squired under Solace actually and that is where I found that particular calling." shaking her head she clears her throat, "What I meant by that is we have ties to both the Physicians and the Mercies, I believe strongly in us taking care of your people." Wait no that wasn't the point. Deciding it was wiser not to verbally backtrack she sticks with that. Yep back to being socially awkward.

After dipping a quick curtsy for Zakhar (and looking highly amused as he tests the medallion with his teeth) Maharet presses on into the crowd to exchange words with a few of the housestaff and other notables. Slinking off into the shadows, so to speak.