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Post by Tiire on Mar 29, 2005 21:16:23 GMT -5
Sheig followed the sounds of music down to the dining hall, bare feet padding lightly on the cool marble. She burst into the hall in a happy flourish, resplendant in cream coloured lace. Her hair (for the first time in three years) had no braids nore shining glass shards in it. it had taken her an hour (such speed!) to take it out, but the result was her thick straight silver hair fell shimmering down to her waist, curling inwards slightly at the ends. Although her hair should have in all rights be crimped, due to the braids, her race had notoriously straight and stubborn hair. It probably wouldent curl even if you burned it into the position. For the first time as well, it became apparent the girl had bangs. Long ones, falling down to her chin, but they where there. A single chime was left in her hair, hanging on her right, just below her breasts. Her dress was this: users.aol.com/zeiram666/private/Lodoss12.GIFWith a happy smile on her face, the bare footed beauty made her through the dancing crowd (she had already missed the food, being about fifteen minutes late) looking for a familiar face.
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Post by Elladan on Apr 4, 2005 21:59:17 GMT -5
Fionan tentatively strolled into the dining hall, wary of every ghostly presence around him. His festive eyes searched franticaly for only one face, the face of his brother in law, the Lord of Avalbane. It was obvious the man was anxious, prespiration gleaming upon his raven streaked brow. He hadn't seen that face for a long time, since her death, and honestly he didn't feel like dealing with it, but the gilded letter ever aroused his curiousity. What had Aricin desired to show him? The interrogations masked his agony.
The ghosts beseeched recall, haunted his enlightened mind, filled him with old, unrecalled memories faded by many weary years. Some were once dancing partners, others Avalbanian buddies, but now they were all just... part of the scenary.
Fionan quite accentuate the setting. His foreign origin and peculiar tastes combined to produce an altogether different sort of elf. Being from Feoras, he sported a white sailor's tunic underneath a fine embroidered black jerkin, and black pants interrupted by a delicate grey waist-tie. His hands were richly gloved, and his feet booted. His choppy onyx hair was now washed and neatly tied back. It seemed he had dressed to impress, but such was the way he desired to appear for his return to Avalbane.
But all he could sharply note was the fact that the temperature was rapidly rising.
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Post by Tiire on Apr 4, 2005 22:15:15 GMT -5
Sheig flitted light-footed (or more to say bare-footed) through the crowed, smil not fading in the least when she did not immeadiatly spot her friends. Oh the colours! Of the dance! The magesty of it all! she was enthralled. Never in her life had anything of materal beauty (save the alchemist Donatello's inventions) mached up to this place.
Once and a while she bumped into people, and stepped on an elf or twos foot, apologising profusly each time this happened. A few times she danced with annonymous partners, laughing and grinning as she did so.
Her good humor seemed utterly unbreakable this evening.
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Post by Arwen on Apr 5, 2005 7:12:56 GMT -5
Suddenly catching sight of the woman his eye had been searching for, Kalmyr swooped up behind at the end of a dance and spun her by the waist.
The bright eyed fellow was clad in magenta and grey-silver tonite, and his hair, rather than the single braid, was simply pulled back in a strip of fine violet ribbon.
"My turn!" he exclaimed as another piece began, smiling brightly at the slightly shorter woman. "Come, this one will be fun, and with a partner as yourself who wouldn't have quite that!? Look, Dima and Akila are dancing there, had you seen them? But Aricin does not seem to be here at all, though my eye does see one that most would not recognize. He has been gone around sixty years now, ever since Efion's death. Aricin's brother-in-law by marraige, Efion's brother. He must be looking for our Lord, but--ah, a servant has him."
Indeed, a servant had caught sight of Fionan and approached quickly, a hand on arm.
"Fionan?" she intruded softly. "Sir, Lord Aricin has not arrived yet. I will show you to him though. I am not sure if he is waiting for you or the time has simply passed him, but I will take you to him all the same. Will you follow?"
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Post by femalefred on Apr 5, 2005 14:51:53 GMT -5
The half elf bard had never felt more out of place in her entire life as when she had arrived at Avalbane. Even though her mail was relatively clean and did have its wonderful musical chiming as she walked, no one here seemed to be wearing combat gear, and even the servants were wearing rich silks and satin trimmed with lace. Kerituin had never worn silk, satin or lace in her entire life, not even as a baby, nor did she own any clothes made of cloth - other than her loose trousers and shirt that she wore only when she had time to relax. They were too easily worn through to wear when traveling, and her she'd worn her melodic mail so often that it fitted perfectly and was more comfortable than anything else for her.
As it was, she'd been sent to a room and told to wash - actually instructed to, as though the grime and dirt of her journey was something that she'd want to keep on her form - and told that there would be clothes laid out for her for the evening meal, and she would be allowed to speak to the leader of the orchestra the following day to ask about work. She'd wanted to get that part over and done with as soon as possible, but apparently he was busy with the music for this evening's meal already, and she would have to wait. As it was, the dress they'd picked out for her hadn't been too bad - well, that was an understatement, but she really wasn't the formal kind. It was a concoction of dusky purple silk that framed her quite nicely, and it didn't even clash with her blue-grey skin tone.
But now, here she was, lost among the diners and dancers, losing sight of Fionan as a servant looked to be leading him away to see Aricin, and utterly confused in the whirling, glamourous world of the pure elves. There were one or two Anorians here too, by the look of it, but she really wasn't sure whether she was supposed to sit and await a dance partner or dance herself, alone, as some of the elves seemed to be doing. The food had been good, that was true at least, but she recognized no one but Erados and Fionan, and both of these seemed to have disappeared from sight.
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Post by Tiire on Apr 5, 2005 15:47:50 GMT -5
"Kalmyr!"
The dark-skinned plains elf exclaimed in delight when he cought his arms around her. Following his eyes as he spoke, she soon spotted Dima and the pretty eyed girl, Akila. The absence of Aricin was a little daunting, but she shrugged it off as best she could.
"Fionan you say...? Was he born here in Avalbane, or Anoria? oh! is he like me? Did he come from somewhere else, far away? I do so wish I could meet him!"
She prattled on happily, burnashed gold eyes watching the crowds of people.
"You really do look lovely tonight, my friend!"
Sheig said, finully getting the chance to take a good look at her short-time companion,
She was one of the few in this courtroom with an odd colour of skin tone, (who had ever heard of a deeply tanned elf? and most especially, one who had been born with such a deep brown tone?) so it made her quite easy to spot in a crowd. Just about as easy as it was for her to spot the half elf with the blue-gray skin. At first she had thought she had glimpsed Tiire for a moment.
"Do you know who that girl over there is?"
She asked.
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Post by Elladan on Apr 5, 2005 17:26:59 GMT -5
"I will, m'lady," he replied in a quiet, hesitant manner, calmed slightly by the voice of the servent, primarily because he no longer felt so lost and alone. And so he disappeared from them and the 'scenary'. Erados took Fionan's place, now dressed in fine midnight blue linen embellished with traces of silver thread accompanied by a long, delicate rapier, accordingly fit for a prince, though he was simply an heir. He had already noted his father's mysterious absence, but that ment little to him. He knew what he would do; he'd go get his rum, have a few words with Dima, then drown his lonely woes while mirthful dancers swirled about on the floor. So it had always been, and so it would be.
He glided past the dancers to do just this, but suddenly caught a glimpse of the woman Fionan had introduced in the Tavern. She looked different, a lot different, no longer masked in chainmail and traver's garb, but draped in elegant amethyst, the color of royalty. He felt a compelling obligation to introduce her to the foreign city and its wonders, and so turned and caught her arm. "M'lady, Kerituin, I believe, or was it Bluey?" he grinned, obviously joking.
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Post by Arwen on Apr 5, 2005 17:44:49 GMT -5
((*shoves Fionan and Servant off to aricin's little board at orchards*))
*Kalmyr ish blank*
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Post by Elrohir on Apr 5, 2005 17:58:00 GMT -5
In the far corner of the dining hall, slouched in a strange and seemingly uncomfortable position sat a rather familiar (though maybe not) high ranking, silver haired anorian who was not in the best of moods that evening. He had undergone a rather large portion of stress over the past month or so and, quite frankly, was ready to strangle Aricin for his foolish nature. With one of his legs proped up over the arm of a stone-carved chair, the other on the floor; and his arm and head propped on the other arm, the half-elf had all he could do to remain sitting and patient for Aricin to arrive.
He was dressed in a rather stunning grey-silk vest with a maroon collared tunic underneath and black trousers, rather formal but not unusual for his attire. He always saw it fit to dress nicely.
Naturally, he marked the arrival of Fionan with a bit more interest than of others, quite surprised to see the elf still up on his knees and living smoothly. The death of Efion was hard for all of them, but such a loss to Fionan brought even Erasmus to feel great sorrow for the man.
Erasmus continued to sit though, as he watched the crowds of dancers flow by, waiting what seemed an eternity for that stubborn friend of his to arrive. What was with Aricin lately? Always frolicking with the ladies, to which Erasmus could have cared less to see. He was always one of commitment, if he ever did meet a lovely maiden. Aricin was different though, and the situation with Seremidal was probably what led Aricin to be so seemingly confused with women, but that was a whole different matter within itself. However, the past was not relevant at the moment, and it was that of the present which had brought Erasmus through so much stress. Now all the poor soul could do at the moment was pout. Yes, pout and wait, that was about it.
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Post by femalefred on Apr 6, 2005 8:40:43 GMT -5
At the sudden appearance of Erados, a near-grin spread itself onto the girl's face, but as he approached this transformed into a sticking out of her tongue and a pretend pout.
"Oh, Bluey will do if you must.. It must run in your family, trying to irritate me," she added, in no manner making an attempt to remove him from her arm, quite glad that there was now a familiar face in the room, and one who might, perhaps be able to introduce her to some of the people staring at her blue hair, blue-grey skin and generally strange appearance.
She'd noticed the girl with the white hair and the darkened skin glance over to her, and smiled vaguely, giving a half-hearted wave. Well, may as well try and make friends, eh? There was an Anorian sitting in the corner and looking decidedly put out as well, but by what, she didn't quite know. For now, she was content to let Erados show her this strange and glittering world of elves.
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Post by Elladan on Apr 6, 2005 13:31:01 GMT -5
Erados turned to glance over at the group of friends and strangers, assuming that the darker elf was Sheig, of whom he had heard much about. He lead Kerituin to the group, figuring Dima was as good a charmer as any, not to mention guard Capitan.
"Mind if I introduce you to them? Though there are a few, " he mentioned, eyes in Sheig's direction, "of whom not even I am aquainted."
He approached and nodded in Greeting, " This is Dima, Capitain of the Guard, Kalmyr, Akila, and?" he looked up at Dima to plead the name of the other, though he thought he knew it.
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Post by femalefred on Apr 6, 2005 14:39:58 GMT -5
She nodded to each in turn, smiling vaguely again, though restraining herself from a the little wave she'd given previously. She wasn't used to this, not at all - at formal occaisions she would most likely be found in the pit, with the other musicians, drinking the worst wine and eating the scraps the kitchen didn't deem good enough for the diners themselves and playing whenever there was dancing and socialising to be done. Of course, it was years since she'd even done that, last time it must have been at her father's lord's house, over 20 years ago and before she'd left out of boredom and frustration, and this side of formal occaisions was something new and oddly confusing to her.
"Hello Dima, Kalmyr, Akila and plains elf," she substituted blandly enough. She'd never met a plains elf before, but she'd certainly heard of them - the bards handed down tales of their wild ways and connections to the plains and the animals that inhabited them, and she'd heard a fair few of them. None of them that she could really verify as true though, and so she ignored the story she'd once heard of ruthless lords of the plains unable to remain civil in ordinary conversation and smiled, once again in a rather vague manner, to all present.
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Post by Tiire on Apr 6, 2005 19:24:38 GMT -5
Sheig waved back to the blue skinned half elf enthusiastically, pretty grin forming on his ruby lips as the tiny entourage of two came over to join them. Offering an unpracticed, slightly fumbling curtsy (give her a breack this is the first time in her life shes ever worn this many layers) that exposed her bare feet, the silver haired elf introduced herself.
"Sheinalleiah, daughter of the plains of Flehyr. Oh, I am just so pleased to meet you both!"
Ah, dear Sheig. The girl just loved meeting new faces, and thrilled at the chance of making a new friend. Now completely detached from Kalmyr, Her burnashed gold eyes twinkling happily as she serveyed the twosome, she asked,
"I guess Ive only really seem one of you two around before... maybe not. I havent relly been here that long you see. May I ask your names?"
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Post by Arwen on Apr 7, 2005 7:46:45 GMT -5
((heehee, I'm horrible, aren't I, just missing all my entrances...))
Kalmyr was with Shieg still, standing behind her with his hands clasped behind his back loosely, smiling that charming, twinkling-eyed smile he had in greeting.
"Erados, so good to see you back here again, how was your journey? Dima, Akila."
These three exchanged nods of greeting and mayhaps a few words, and Dima and Akila to Erados, then all to Bluey, the mixed-blood who had yet to be introduced by name.
"So what brings a traveler as yourself to this area?" inquired Kalmyr.
"Other than, of course, your Elven heritage," Dima added. Kalmyr rolled his eyes, and Dima offered a hefty punch to his arm, grinning brilliantly.
Now take we the time to mention the garb of this latter pair, Akila with her long face, ever so slightly off-set lavender eyes, and shoulder length strawberry hair, Dima with his midback straight black locks, deep brown eyes, and all-around quite handsom features, moreso than Kalmyr, who was quite enough so. She wore brilliant aquamarine a diamond amulet resting upon her breast and a circlet of the same design on her brow, and he an array of navy with a silver circlet twisted delicately into the ancient text showing his rank as Captain of the Guard.
Very curious, though, wasn't it? that there were now two lasses here, not quite of the usual elven blood and appearance, one simply not full-blooded, the other a plains Elf. These were Dima's curious thoughts, while Kalmyr was only curious, with no thoughts to accompany, and eager to dance some with the woman he had found to be so excellent at it, and Akila, well, interested--not curious, but interested, and all elegant smiles of her thin lips.
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Post by Elladan on Apr 7, 2005 10:32:33 GMT -5
Erados silently berrated himself for forgetting to introduce Kerituin, being quite unaccoustomed to such circumstances, even being in such a position. As for his thoughts, all he desired was to have a good, loose swig of Avalbanian rum to ease his tension, and as for his appearacne, not quite so handsome as the others, more chizzled and ominous, with his fathers peculiar cheekbones, but still a softness prevailed, and that was the Efion in him.
He continued to examine the plains elf, never having encountered creatures of her likeness before. Very exotic, as he noted, and strange, but nevertheless pleasing. But, aye, it was rude to stare, so he glanced over to the woman he was introducing, exotic in her own way, with her vibrant azure skin. It was a strange coincedence, and he saw the same expression upon Dima's face.
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Post by femalefred on Apr 7, 2005 15:19:42 GMT -5
"Wonderful to meet you, Sheinalleiah. I've heard tales of your race, I must say, but never met one of you before." Though she might often be brash and blunt, Kerituin knew when to keep in such words as "because I heard you'd all died out." That might have been a little too sensitive.
At Dima's addition to Kalmyr's question, however, her eyes sparkled with genuine mirth, managing to barely hold in a laugh. Her lineage? She'd known her mother for five years - and being half elven, she'd been only aware, and only just, in the last year of that - and her lineage had never really struck her as something more than slightly odd. Especially that it had given rise to her blue-ness, but there you go. Physically biting on her tongue, however, she managed to quell that little embarrassment, forcing herself to merely smile politely and reply with some dignity.
"My name is Kerituin, it is a pleasure to meet you all, though you may call me Bluey if you must. As for why I'm here, it's simply that I need coin to continue my travels. I am a musician by trade, and I wanted to speak to your Director of the Orchestra, but I was told I must wait until tomorrow. So, I was dressed in finery and had dinner with my friends Erados and Fionan. Though Fionan has disappeared," she added, completely unaware that she'd just answered about half a dozen questions, rather than simply the one she'd been asked.
As for those in front of her, as a bard, part of her job was to look and listen - the unheard part, that only bards really know about, where they sit together around campfires in the woods and swap songs and stories - and there was definitely something between Kalmyr and the plains elf, though not entirely a relationship.. Dima and Akila struck her immediately by their dress more than anything else, both stylish and richly attired, and clearly, by their little movements and nuances, in love. She was content to remain by Erados's side for now, slipping her arm gently inside his - most probably as a means of insurance that he wouldn't slip away.
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Post by Arwen on Apr 7, 2005 15:37:21 GMT -5
"Kerituin, aye? Very nice to meet you," nodded Dima, smiling brightly before tapping his heel once and glancing towards the dance floor.
"Terribly sorry, but I believe that to be our cue to depart," Akila muttered to the group, smiling brightly as Dima became obviously engrossed in the upbeat song that was now playing. "Before he drags me away despite myself. Perhaps we shall converse more later, Kerituin? Oh! Yes, later-- Dima!"
For the fellow had tugged her almost rudely away from the small group and into the dance, suddenly spinning her about quite to her surprise, and nearly causing her to fall over before catching her deftly in his arms. So the pair, the fellow seemingly mid-twenties, the girl nine or ten years younger fell into the dance a little less than calmly, and away from the group, leaving Kalmyr wishing to do the same, if only Shieg would come away quickly and chat later, though he did not show this wish in his expression or actions, and this Bluey--he would certainly not let her live down that she had told them this nick-name, that is, if he bespoke her again, and he did rather hope to--with her arm linked in Erados'.
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Post by Elladan on Apr 7, 2005 16:45:02 GMT -5
Erados was surprised to feel her arm slide into his own, eyes inadvertantly widening, but lips managing a content smile, then Dima spoke, and seeing Dima whisk the Anorian away, Erados' stomach turned. The gentleman in him told him to follow, but his hesitance told him not to embarass himself, for often folly followed after fancy feet. Like his father, though, the gentleman won out, and he cleared his throat softly "I suppose a taste of Avalbane would not be complete without a dance, would it. M'lady?" he beckoned as his hand extended out to hers, now turned out of the lock. His face, of course, was flushing rapidly. He couldn't remember the last time he'd dance, or had he? He swallowed hard. ********** Fionan suddenly reappeared, gaze swirling about the colorful ensemble on dancers, now in some peculiar way not as ghostly as when he had first arrived. His previously tied and slicked hair was now obviously strewn, but no matter. He was only here for the ale.
Then his eyes caught something peticularly humorous and joyful, something he needed at the time. He saw Erados extend a hesitant hand to Kerituin, whom he delighted to see in striking amythyst. He watched as the carefully crafted words slipped from the boys mouth, and a wide grin swept over his solemn expression, softly chuckling.
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Post by femalefred on Apr 7, 2005 16:57:52 GMT -5
"Very well, it was nice to meet you both!" The call followed the pair as they whisked themselves off to the dance, listening quietly to Erados' speech, watching them as they whirled across the floor.
"A dance, you say?" she asked, her own eyebrows rising, watching with slight interest his rapid flush of embarrassment, though whether it was from the prospect of dancing, she wasn't quite sure. "I am not the greatest of dancers, I'm afraid. I inherited my father's left-footedness rather than my mother's elven grace, but I shall dance, if it will enhance this experience of Avalbane that I am being shown."
With a new grin, she took his extended hand, stepping as gracefully as she could toward the floor with these slippers - a curse on them. Boots, good leather boots, that would be better. Less graceful, but better.
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Post by Tiire on Apr 7, 2005 18:22:15 GMT -5
Sheig found she didnt even get one second in to speak with Kerituin, What with Dima and Akila coming and going so swiftly and then Erados whisking the blue skinned maiden away soon afterwards. The prettily dressed plains elf shrugged it off, though. She was glad to see everyone enjoying themselves.
She waved them off silently, close-lipped but contented smile on her face. Offhandedly she glanced around the crowd, lace-gloved hands folded infront of her. She had wished to tell "bluey" how delighted she was to hear that the maiden was a bard, for she herself was a rather talented singer and could play the flute.
She wished Aricin where here. It was true that Sheig had seen him only a few days previous, but she was already concerned for him. Just as every day she worried for her old friends from the army... but of course, that in itself was a completely different kind of pain. She would have liked to have at least one friendly convorsation with the elf lord that didnt end up... odd.
"Kalmyr.... he isnt coming, is he? Aricin, I mean. Oh, uhm... sorry to put a damper on your mood... if, that is, my mentioning him has or maybe it doesnt erm..."
She blushed and laughed, having gotten her words all 'cought in a knot' as was the saying.
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