Carissa, a Southport bodyguard, Planchet the Lycene maggiordome arrive, following Eirene.

Michael has joined the large bench.

Michael and Sabella arrive together. Because thats what friends do, they arrive together when one is unmarried and the other's husband is sequestered like some starving artist. Sabella's hand is wound about Michael's elbow while she walks in a precious looking mint seatouched cloak and a lavender honeysilk dress with all the adornments of Juniper. Michael wears a steelsilk tunic and doesn't try harder than that. "I hadn't heard who they had gotten as their champions. Have you?" The question asked as Princess Sabella is guided towards a bench.

Sabella has joined the large bench.

Viviana

Isabeau arrives at the Judgment Green just in time for the duel to start, her hand on the arm of the Duke of Telmar, skirts gathered in her other hand to keep them out of the slushy snow, her gown rather severe-looking, almost militant, and formal for the occasion. There is a serene look on her features, and she offers a soft smile to Ansel. "Thank you for coming with me, my lord," she murmurs to him, before searching out a place to observe the Champions. Her eyes, too, search out Noah, seeking the cause of her exasperation.

Eirene makes her way through the snow to the judgement ground wearing all black as usual, a mix of shadowmeld and steelsilk keeping her safe from would be harm more than fashionable reviews. Her arms fold over her chest as she settles in the crowd to watch and seems to be unamused by the festive atmosphere.

There's a duel to be had and Ciro is most certainly not going to miss it. Arriving with his rather .. interesting entourage and dressed in his flashy colors, the Pirate Lord takes a glance about the area, lips curved into the hint of a grin. Something is murmured in the direction of one of the cut throats and they promptly peel away to stand off to one side. This leaves him free to angle over towards the rather long bench so that he can hop up onto it and plant himself down to watch the show.

Thea strides in with long strides. As promised. "I'm not late, right?" Seeing Michael and Sabella, she gives a slight wave and a smile,"Your Highness, DUKE Michael,"the Malvici greets. SLiding on the bench, Thea makes herself comfortable. "Hey auntie Eirene,"she greets with a wave. A flask is ready being pulled from her satchel. "Are we placing bets yet?"

Eirene has joined the A Grassy Area Cleared For Dancing.

Amongst the crowd Raja slips through, a simple curious onlooker to the going ons of the gathering. "Hey. What's happening?" She asks some random fellow standing around. The old man turns to look to Raja with a crooked smile, "A challenge!" Raja's brows go up and she becomes alert. Nothing like some violence for entertainment.

Raven ambles in without entourage. She pauses to survey the crowd a bit. Familiar faces get respectful bows of her head or fingerwaves and the ambles along considering the prospective seating arrangements.

Sabella sits where Michael leads her, the ever-present cheery smile on her face bright and warm despite the winter chill. "I have not heard, no, but I imagine whoever is representing Noah has their work cut out for them." She looks around for that cousin of hers, not spotting him yet, but catching Thea's greeting. "Lady Thea, hello! Have you had any terrible injuries I should send you a gift for recently?"

Eirene has left the A Grassy Area Cleared For Dancing.

Eirene has joined the a brick and wood wishing well.

Ciro has joined the long bench.

Cornelius, a studious looking attendant arrives, delivering a message to Ciro before departing.

Noah strides in without anyone on his arm it seems. He's also not at all fashionable. He moves as if he owns everything around him. The city. The green. The benches. The air. It's just in that 'feeling' around him. This is not a shy man. Blue eyes drift over the people as he looks for two people in particular. One is Isabeau, to whom he starts to stride in that direction. The other is his lovely champion. "So do we have to sit somewhere special for this? Do we introduce our champions? I think we should introduce them to the people." This is given towards Isabeau of course. He does give a slight smirk in an 'attempt' at a smile towards those with her and the crowd around them. It falls the moment it pasts his lips. This prince is also not a smiling prince

Serenade, a lovely nightingale arrives, following Calandra.

Thea has joined the a brick and wood wishing well.

12 House Velenosa Guards, Ibasia, the Velenosa Lady-in-Waiting, Ellani, the palm sized spider, Sir Thad Quackington arrive, following Jaenelle.

Viviana's in blue - and - steel leathers, new ones, and she creaks and cracks as she stretches. Pravus colors, of course. Or, maybe the color of the Grayson prince's eyes if someone was truly feeling poetic. The redsteel storta is equally as new - and the novelty of both, the knowledge of this being her first bout as a Champion - has her pleased. She struts her stuff to the Judgement Green proper, as shamelessly confident as the prince she's standing Champion for. After that, she awaits, letting Sorrel lead. She's experienced. Bonafide Champion.

Raven ooooohhhhs once she catches who one of the champions is. She flops down on a bench and pulls out a flask.

Raven has joined the small circular table.

Eirene pulls her own flask out of an inner pocket of her umbra overcoat before saluting Michael and Sabella. "Fuck me if I know," Eirene replies to Thea in her usual harsh voiced tone. "I got no clue what this is all about other than it's on." She eyes the Pravus champion and the self-possessed prince and scowls to herself. Muttering to her fellow Malvic in quieter tones.

Mindful of her footing, especially as the ground is already well trod and the slush is starting to mix with a bit of mud, Kalani moves nimbly - carefully - to join the crowd that is gathering for this spectacle. The falling snow makes everything rather pretty, and very cold, but at least it isn't freezing rain for the moment. While the crowd gathers she spends a moment looking around, spotting familiar faces and tryng to decide where the best vantage point will be to see this thing unfold.

The old man with snow-white hair comes along leaving the little trail of perfectly small round holes as the unique cane clicks along in the thud-click as its given a little twist to pick back up from pulling himself forwards. He spots Raven, giving a nod, and then the same for Kalani.

"Terrible injuries? Those are good stories." Michael joins in to Sabella's calling towards Sabella. Then he greets "Duke who? Oh. Duke me." His lips purse and his nose crinkles. How come everyone always get to go 'DUKE' at Michael and it sounds like they're making fun of him. "What do you think would happen if I changed the title to something that wasn't Duke?" AHA! Kalani is there! A wave, a wave towards her to get someone who will be nice to him over towards the bench that is being occupied by him and his.

Raja finds a place to sit. Look! It has a table too! She pulls one of the other chairs closer, kicks up her feet, and pulls her cloak more firmly around her frame. Her hood is pulled down over her head in an attempt to keep warm.

Ansel Standing near Isabeau, Ansel looks around intently, he frowns slightly, but keeps silence. Noticing some familiar people in the crowd he raises an eyebrow then nods in greeting with polite salutations, then turns to his wife who is sitting at the small table.

Having arrived not long prior, Princess Sorrel Thrax the Bladesong is busily checking her armor in preparation for the duel about to commence. She seems in easy spirits, though perhaps she's had the armor quite awhile, as it's marked with the flying white dragon of her House of birth. Still, there's a jaunty little lift in her spirits, as if she's looking forward to this sort of thing, and when she espies Viviana, she bows to the Pravus princess in a polite and overly flourishing sort of way, putting on the style for a bit of a show.

"Your Highnesses, Lords and Ladies, good people from all walks of life, we are gathered here today because Duchess Isabeau Telmar alleges that Prince Noah Grayson made a rather lousy apology that was not in any way heartfelt or reasonable," Sorrel calls out as she turns to the crowd with a smile, lifting her arms up over her head. "Allow me to introduce Princess Viviana Pravus, making her debut today as a member of the Champions' Guild and representing Prince Noah in his defense! I am Princess Sorrel Thrax, and I shall be representing Duchess Isabeau, the challenger!"

Raven grins, "OH this *Will* be good." She muses to herself, wordlessly saluting Viviana as she's introduced!

As Noah comes toward her to address her, Isabeau offers him a polite nod of the head in greeting. "Prince Noah," she greets. She gives a nod to Viviana as well, then her eyes turn away for a moment, searching for Sorrel. "Yes, we should introduce the champions, and why we have come here today. I have had them clear the area normally reserved for dancing. I hope it will suit for a duel? And, I think we can sit anywhere we like." She looks to Ansel then, her hand giving his arm a gentle squeeze when she sees the frown. Then she turns as Sorrel announces the proceedings, and she dips her head respectfully toward her Champion. Then, she turns to find a seat, together with the Duke.

Calandra has joined the large bench.

Viviana salutes, touching her hand to her brow - her heart - and then she over-exaggerates a bow. Toward her opponent. Toward the challenger. Toward Noah.

"Master Zakhar," Kalani greets the white-haired can-wielding man with a smile and slips through the throng to link one arm with his. "Care to join me? I've spotted some friends, the upfealty sort, but they have a good place to sit to see the show," she keeps her voice low while nodding to where Michael and Sabella are seated.

Raja has joined the small circular table.

Isabeau has joined the small circular table.

As Viviana is introduced, Ciro is turning his attention towards her, a grin tugging to his lips as he lifts a hand, fingers giving a little wriggle in greeting to the Princess. Then, he's placing his hands behind him on the bench, leaning back a touch so that he can settle in rather comfortably. Then his gaze darts about the area and when he catches sight of Raven, there's a grin and a bob of his head towards her, only for him to then offer the same in the direction of Sabella.

Zakhar has joined the large bench.

Calandra arrives in a swirl of silks, looking as cold-weather fancy and graceful as one would expect of the Whisper House. Finding a bench to settle upon for a good view, she offers those nearby a smile and headbob in greeting before her dark gaze sweeps to the champions about to begin.

Kalani has joined the large bench.

Zakhar nods to Kalani with a little grin and a wink. "Aye! Where's de nob'ls den?"

Raja would jeer and boo and cheer and stuff according to things said, but she is too busy being cold. The Culler woman shivers lightly inside her cloak, but her gaze that peers out from under her hood is intent to see how this all plays out.

Tython has joined the small circular table.

Sabella dips her chin to Eirene and joins Michael in beckoning Kalani to join them. When Sorrel introduces the duel, her smile grows in amusement. "That accusation sounds accurate." A small laugh passes her lips, but then she presses them closed, looking at Noah apologetically. Ciro catches her eye, returning the head bob quietly.

Tython saunters his way into the area, casting his pale gaze around and wearing a little smirk, he spots a familiar figure and makes his way over to Raja's table to claim a seat beside her and give her a nudge.

Ansel has joined the small circular table.

Noah nods in the most dignified manner towards Isabeau. Regal even. Then he looks at Viviana and cups his hands up to the sides of his mouth, "GO VIVIANA! Kick that bladesong's ass!" As soon as he yells, it's as if he never did. He moves over towards Isabeau's table and drops casually into a seat. His right ankle crosses over his left knee and he mutters to his assistant to get a drink. Wine will be coming shortly.

Noah is overheard praising Viviana: KICK ASS! TAKE NAMES! BE THE CHAMPION OF THE PEOPLE, BY PEOPLE I MEAN GRAYSON.

Noah has joined the small circular table.

Raja wobbles slightly as she is nudged by Tython. Woo00oobblle. She rights herself and looks back to Tython, "Hey. We should cast lots. I am on her side." She points to Isabeau. "You can take Prince.. that guy.." She gestures in Noah's direction.

In the dueling ring, Sorrel once again gestures to the crowd, then turns to bow more slightly to Viviana, then moves to wield her sword. "Your Highness," she says politely. "Let us fight with the blessing of Gloria!" She waits until her opponent is ready before moving to engage. It's all very polite and a bit playful.

Sorrel wields Symphony's Blade, a violet edged rubicund saber.

Jaenelle comes towards where the duel is meant to be held, hearing Sorrel announce the pair as she does so before clapping for both champions. Her brows go up as Noah is a bit more lively than usual, cheering for his champion. "I have not seen Princess Viviana as a Champion of the guild in years, a fight between she and Talen was the last I believe. It is nice to hear she has returned for such a delightful challenge."

Raven has left the small circular table.

Raven has joined the long bench.

Raven rises and moves to a better vantage point before the fighting starts. To Ciro she notes, "We're in for a treat. You wanna make a friendly wager." She grins crookedly not above taking advantage of a wagering man.

wield sun

Viviana wields Sundown, rubicund and cupridium storta.

Jaenelle has joined the small circular table.

Isabeau eyes Noah as he shouts about kicking Sorrel's ass, and then gives a slight shake of her head as she settles in next to the Duke. "May the Gods grant victory to the righteous." She remains serene, never shouting or raising her own voice, instead giving Sorrel an encouraging smile, before drawing her cloak in about herself for warmth. Her attendants are with her, and she sends Elaine off to fetch a cup of something warm for herself and the Duke. As Jaenelle arrives, she gives a dip of her head toward the Archduchess-Regent. "Your Grace," she greets. She casts a brief glance toward Raja as she is pointed at, and smiles, dipping her head in that direction. As wagers are passed about, Isabeau sits serenely, waiting for the fight to begin, a sense of anticipation about her.

Thea spies Raja and waves,"Messere Raja, hello,"she greets. Then spies Jaenell as well. Wave wave! Of course.

At Raven's comment of a wager, Ciro is offering a low chuckle in the back of his throat, "Surely you know that I'm /going/ to have to take you up on that, right?" A wink is shadowed to her and then he's glancing back to the field before looking back to Raven once again, "But I'd put my silver on Princess Vivian for this."

She laughs, offering Sorrel another bow, "Of course. Your Highness."

A fight has broken out here. Use @spectate_combat to watch, or +fight to join.

Raven says, "OF course I do. That's why I sat here. Good view and a chance at sport."

Noah notes Janelle entering and immediately slides up to his feet. His left hand is offered to her and he bows. That's right, Prince Noah GRAYSON bowed to her. "I was hoping you would attend I just could not imagine the duel without you singing in my ear." He will guide her to her seat with a hand protectively against the small of her back, if she allows. Also, his glass of wine goes to her and he has another fetched for him. If she settles, he will sit down and offer that smirk to Isabeau. "I am sure that the Gods will smile upon the correct choice."

Tython grins at Raja a little and he shrugs. "Sure." He says, even before getting a look at the fighters. "How about twenty?" He says while leaning forward against the table, reaching under his cloak to pull out some coin and set it on the table. "Unless ye wanna' bet fer favors or somthin'."

Eirene scowls to herself as she tips the flask back again. "I'm not patching their asses up if someone draws too much blood," the doctor says. She glances at the wagering as if considering a bet of her own.

Thea lowers her voice to Eirene in amusement. "I already told Viv that since it's her first duel, first drink is on me. I mean--does that count as a bet?" She didn't think so. "Both look to be amazing fighter so far,"her eyes on the champions as she brings her flask to her lips.

Raja hears her name in the crowd and cranes her neck to look around. "Well I'll be fecked." She smirks and lifts a hand to wave at Thea. It is an enthusiastic wave to the noblewoman. Tython reccomends a wager, "Twenty thousand?" She inquires with a sparkle in her eye.

Calluna, A Young Highhill Mastiff arrives, following Drake.

Drake has joined the a brick and wood wishing well.

Jaenelle accepts the hand offered to her, allowing Noah to lead them both to the table where he has settled with Isabeau and Ansel. Both are given bright smiles and polite dips of her head in greeting before she turns towards Noah once more. "Of course I came to watch. I do so love watching Sorrel fight" and there is a grin that touches her features as clearly she is not cheering for his champion despite sitting beside him. "Lady Thea," she then calls over to the waving woman, doing some waving of her own.

Viviana's effervescent. She's light on her feet, barely touching Sorrel with her blade when there's ample opportunity to. She misses the next few strikes, making a show of it with melodramatics. Wrist to forehead, sad - dejected - stumble. Somehow, yes, she finds the strength to continue on and lunges forward - when she sees a chance - to strike Sorrel lightly again.

Ansel has left the small circular table.

1 Trained Telmarine Armsmen have been dismissed.

Raven blinks and side eyes Ciro, "If that's the case why'd you bet against her? I know you like loosing money but I didn't think that was the AIM."

The pair seems fairly well matched, dancing back and forth in a fluid manner. Sorrel grins broadly at Viviana, even as she takes a couple of hit. Most are readily deflected, though, and the sound of metal on metal rings out. Her footwork is positively fantastic, and she moves quite quickly on her feet, even in her steel armor.

Tython's eyebrows go up and he looks back at Raja "Twenty Thousand? I dunno if I got that much, that's quitea' lot considerin' I don't know nothin' 'bout that fighters." He gives Raja another nudge with his shoulder, grinning at her a bit.

Raja hmms. She leans closer to Tython and whispers in his ear.

"Honestly, it's poetry in motion, Bladesong!" Viviana sighs, feigning a swoon. "My knees could buckle. I could lay down the sword in the face of such grace -- thankfully -- I caught myself in your armor and my strength of purpose has been returned to me!"

Thea watches the fight and grins a bit. "Honestly, I don't think Princess Noel-er Prince Noah couldn't have had a better person to champion for him."

"Alas, Your Highness," Sorrel replies to Viviana with a playful wink. "But we cannot dance all night. Let us make this one beautiful!"

Raja snickers, overhearing Thea's comment.

Tython nods to Raja as she whispers to him, saying soemthing in return with a casual smile, glancing over toward the fight, now and then as they converse.

Noah lifts his hand up behind Jaenelle's head. It's almost like he's going to touch her hair. Instead the back of his hand is presented to the crowd (or rather to Thea). His index finger curls in towards his palm, followed by his ring finger, his pinky, and finally his thumb. For a moment, he looks at Thea to know who it's directed to. Then, Noah's hand falls back away and he offers low conversation to the table and Jaenelle. Something she says causes him a slight cough of a laugh before responding.

Isabeau watches, sitting at the table with Noah and Jaenelle and presumably the Duke is still there as well. She squints at Sorrel for a moment, and presses her lips together a bit, looking pensive, then settles back. "They are both well-matched," she comments in agreement, apparently, with something said by Jaenelle. "I do enjoy watching skilled fighters in their element." Her blue eyes are riveted on the fight now, watching the dance between the two Princesses.

After her bit of banter with Viviana, Sorrel dances to one side, and though the Pravus princess gets in a small hit on her, she returns it with enthusiasm. The fight continues with the grace and style one would expect. Clearly, these two are masters of the arts, and their martial motions complement one another beautifully.

Raven cheers for Viviana, saluting now and again with her flask between chatting with Ciro. She pauses then and gives the man an indignant scoff at something he says.

Raja gestures towards the fighting champions and continues whispering to Tython. Something he says makes her laugh and she swats his arm playfully.

"You flatter me so, bringing this dance toward its dazzling conclusion, and may Gloria guide the blade of the one who wins this." After dancing, exchanging hits, Viviana laughs.

Eirene's bright blue eyes roll at Noah's gesture. "I might just," she mutters to Thea. "On general principle..."

"That was all dancing, your Highness, and if I would have known that - I would have brought slippers to the Green." Viviana's stance is starting to shift, from well-balanced to one far more relaxed, at ease.

"May have a line soon enough,"Thea murmurs to Eirene in amusement. "But it's fine." Looking over to Drake, she nods her head,"It's been a really close fight. Both Princesses are pretty even." Thea then leans against him to hushedly say something.

"You're a beautiful dancer, and it is a delight to dance with you," Sorrel replies brightly, looking as if she is a bit warm, despite the cold weather. "We'll have to dance with slippers on sometime soon. I expect that it might be a delight to twirl you across the dancefloor." Instead, they are twirling across the Judgment Green with their swords drawn, circling one another and parrying the other's blows.

Armani has joined the long bench.

Captain Curls, an attentive, ebony guard poodle, Aspira arrive, following Quenia.

Raven calls out, "You can do it, Princess Viviana! Doing Pravus Proud!"

Viviana's getting the best of herself, and there's a flash between stances - from defensively to offensive, and she overreaches in an aggressive - maybe arrogant - attempt to strike. But, oh, that following moves from her opponent almost makes her good eye well up. "--You abs-fucking-lutely owe me a dance at the next fancy-ass courtly function, your Highness." Cause, those are good words to have said when a Thrax princess draws blood on her, right? Right.

It's the snow that's piling high that has kept Quenia from getting here sooner. Sheets and sheets of it coming down from the clouds. Yet, still, somehow she managed to get bundled up and make her way to the judgment green, curiosity more than anything driving her. That. And, perhaps a touch of cabin fever being from the Lyceum and avoiding the snow usually. She hears the sounds of the cheering, and slowly makes her way toward it, taking one careful step at a time.

Sorrel seems quite good at knowing exactly when her opponent is getting frustrated, and despite her own fatigue, she takes notable advantage of Viviana's opening when she aggressively strikes at her. Sidestepping out of the way, she dodges the blow and returns one of her own, drawing blood with a slight little snicker-snack of her own blade. "As you wish, your Highness. It would be my pleasure," she replies with a smile, drawing back now that blood has been drawn, careful not to injure the Pravus princess further. "I admire your ferocity and tenacity. It is a delight to dance with you."

Armani laughs as she listens to the blows and the banter she grins a little as she watches the fight she murmers to her table quietly

Noah is overheard praising Sorrel: Good match. Good talent.

Sabella has left the large bench.

Noah is overheard praising Viviana: You are still the best in my book.

As first blood is drawn, Isabeau straightens in her seat, and she murmurs something to Jaenelle and Noah. Then, when the fighting ends, with first blood drawn, Duchess Telmar rises to her feet and beams a smile to both of the Champions. "Very well fought, your Highnesses," she says, dipping her head respectfully to each of them. "You are both a credit to the Champions, and to Gloria." She turns to Noah then, somewhat expectantly, her features smooth.

Raven is overheard praising Viviana: Doing Pravus proud in all her feirceness

The old man finishes the roll and sparks it a lit with a small flint on a hinge. The tool is slid back into his pouch as a blue hazey smoke rolls from his lips. "Mustie interestings dances then?"

Ciro is overheard praising Viviana.

Calandra is overheard praising Viviana: Well fought!

Calandra is overheard praising Sorrel: Inspiring performance.

Thea applauds both fighters. "That was amazing,"she shouts over the crowd. "Well fought!"

Thea is overheard praising Sorrel.

Thea is overheard praising Viviana.

"Generally," Lani replies with a sidelong nod to Zakhar as she rises to her feet and applauds both fighters. "Beautiful!" she adds her voice to the praise and can't help but shake her head with amazement. Her skills are enough to fill a thimble, by comparison, with room to spare.

Isabeau is overheard praising Sorrel: A graceful fighter, and a credit to the Champions!

Kalani is overheard praising Sorrel.

Kalani is overheard praising Viviana.

Eirene mutters to Thea and Drake as she claps for the end of the fight.

Armani is overheard praising Sorrel.

"Holding you to that, Princess Sorrel." Viviana's deeply amused, offering a salute with her redsteel just before she sheathes Sundown, and presses her hand against her side. "My apologies, your Highness." With another deep bow for Noah, looking grave. "Seems as though you may need to apologize, goodness." She's not tired at all, just suddenly annoyed that she's still without a drink in her hand. That said, she prowls off in search of liquor. "That was fun."

Armani is overheard praising Viviana.

Isabeau is overheard praising Viviana: Princess Viviana Pravus fought with admirable skill and grace!

Drake snuck in at some point... just to watch this of course. But he's been quiet on the sidelines, intent on the fight, chatting a bit with Thea and Eirene nearby as he does so. He applauds his cousin when the fight comes to an end.

"They'res both stills walking?" The old man seems disappointed in the sudden cease of the fight. Shaking his head a little as he grabs at the cane making sure that it is secured in the ground before pulling himself up

Noah watches as the first blood is spilled and then offers a side comment to Jaenelle. It's clearly a question. His left brow arches above his eye as he waits her answer. He holds a hand up to Sorrel. It's not an overtly rude gesture. She can probably tell the Prince is questioning the etiquette of proper apology. She may have even overheard some of it. Then he tips his head to listen to Jaenelle's words. There is something of disgust upon his features before he moves to his feet. The prince smoothes his features. A cough into his hand as he begins to rumble in his low voice.

"I am sorry fo the way I behaved and for the things that I said in your ocmpany and to you directly. I hope that with this duel, the matter is settled between us and we are able to move forward with the acceptance of my apology."

Noah then looks between both women (Isabeau and Jaenelle) for if that is the acceptable apology. He makes note not to mention ass in it.

Raven grins broadly at Ciro, "Hah!" She crosses her arms and smugs at Ciro, "Let's see you smug now, Lord Ciro."

Raja smirks and then she looks to Tython. "You owe me. Now.. gonna get out of this fucking cold."

Turning his attention towards Raven, there's a little shake of Ciro's head and a wry chuckle that comes in the back of his throat, "Seems as if you've bested me." Digging into his pocket, he's drawing out a pouch of silver, looking into it and taking a few out before tossing it over towards her.

Raja has left the small circular table.

1 Culler Boatswain, 2 Culler Brutes leave, following Raja.

Sorrel bows to Viviana, and then she bows to Noah and Isabeau and the Archduchess, and then she meanders a bit off the grounds looking a bit tired and in need of something to drink. "That was quite the debut," she murmurs to herself.

Eirene looks mildly impressed by the apology. She nods a few times to herself as she takes another tipple from her flask, tilting it back as it approaches empty.

Thea smirks a bit, murmuring something to Eirene and Drake. She's not even containing her laughter at this point. Thea does call out to Viviana, a smile there,"I owe you that drink!"

"The whole notion of a honor challenge settled by a display of swordsmanship and skill, in a public setting," Lani replies to Zakhar's question as she is carefully settling her winter cloak around her shoulders again and tucking her right arm against her side once more.

Sorrel is overheard praising Viviana: The Champions Guild is lucky to have a fighter like her!

Kalani has left the large bench.

As Noah consults with Jaenelle before speaking, Isabeau picks up the neglected cup of mulled wine she had called for, and takes a drink from it. Then, she sets it aside, and listens respectfully to his apology. When he finishes, she considers it for a time, and then she dips her head toward him. "Apology accepted, your Highness. And let me apologize too, for perhaps being somewhat of a stick in the mud. Perhaps I am not as light-hearted as I could be. I recognize that you were attempting to compliment me with your words," she adds with a slight quirk of her lips. "Let us put it in the past, and move forward from here?"

"Coulda been solved by dragging that one through de square to them ova there fer the pologies." Zakhar comments on as he works on the little twist to unstick the cane for the walk back across the city.

Eirene drifts back away to somewhere warm as the fight and subsequent apology have been completed. She waves goodbye to Thea and Drake before walking off.

Eirene has left the a brick and wood wishing well.

Carissa, a Southport bodyguard, Planchet the Lycene maggiordome leave, following Eirene.

Raven grins at Ciro, "Thank you, my lord. I look forward to winning that /other/ bet also." She rises and waggles eyebrows, "And I'll make a good show while I'm at it."

Michael has left the large bench.

Armani has left the long bench.

Zakhar has a bewildered look that is mostly for Kalani before looking back over at Noah. "Reallys?"

Calandra has left the large bench.

Serenade, a lovely nightingale leaves, following Calandra.

Zakhar's words draw a sudden grin from Kalani, a grin paired with the words, "Now that would have been interesting." She then nods, "Mmmhmm," confirming his question with that sound.

Armani smiles a bit as Noah makes his appoligy, she nods her head and turns to leave bidding Ciro Fairwell "great spar Highness's" she says as she moves out of the cold

Thea lifts an eyebrow at Noah. "Not terrible." She starts to head out, a smile to Sorrel as well. "That was well fought for you as well. It's always a pleasure to watch you."

Zakhar gives a little nod to Kalani then proceeds to head towards Noah with a purpose. His cane making the loud thud-click as he makes a path towards the Prince.

Thea has left the a brick and wood wishing well.

Finn the large Northern hunting dog with icy blue eyes, Rocco, the rascally assistant leave, following Thea.

Tython has left the small circular table.

Vann, a street apothecary have been dismissed.

Captain Curls, an attentive, ebony guard poodle, Aspira leave, following Quenia.

There is a slightly nod of approval in Noah's direction as he speaks before Jaenelle stands and smooths down the umbra of her skirts. "It was a wonderful fight, and I am glad that I was free to witness it. Thank you for allowing me to sit with you Lady Isabeau." Cause it was totally Isabeau's great decision and not Noah leading her there. "I am pleased to hear that things shall be settled, and hopefully another challenge wont happen for at least two weeks or so."

Noah considers Jaenelle for a moment and then looks at Isabeau. If he's surprised she apologized, there is not an indication on his features. "Of course, we push past it. Perhaps I will rein in my language." Perhaps, not an agreement. "And perhaps you will realize it's just who I am." He will reach out to wrap his arm around the back of Jaenelle if she allows it. Then he offers towards her. "Okay, so I lost." The words hang there as if he's waiting something from the Archduchess now.

Drake has left the a brick and wood wishing well.

Calluna, A Young Highhill Mastiff leaves, following Drake.

"It was my pleasure to fight for you, Duchess Isabeau," Sorrel offers as she makes her way over to the group with a glass of mulled wine in hand. "Princess Viviana was a brilliant fighter, and dancing with her was a delight. You chose your champion well, Prince Noah." She winks at Jaenelle and grins.

With a glance at the sky, expert eye measuring the time even with the snow falling, Lani moves to follow Zakhar as he walks toward Noah. She catches up with him along the way, curiosity compelling her as he makes a path toward the prince through the falling snow.

Raven has her money in hand, another bet on the horizon. She beams at Ciro again and then strides on out whistling a jaunty tune.

The Duchess turns to Jaenelle, and inclines her head toward her. "It was an honor to have your presence here, your Grace," she says, and then she gives a soft laugh at Jaenelle's final words. "Yes, for at least two weeks," she says, giving Noah a smile." She looks to Sorrel then as she offers her words, and smiles. "Thank you for being my champion, your Highness," she says sincerely, with gratitude. "You were both marvelous to watch."

Fluffy, the wary wildcat arrives, delivering a message to Zakhar before departing.

Ciro has left the long bench.

Raven has left the long bench.