Background: This is the Meeting of the Council of Lords in Cairhien which will decide the new Ruler.
Serenia stands within the room, speaking to various other nobles. There is a table set up just before the sun throne, presumably where the Council of Lords will be sitting. Upon seeing the new arrivals, Serenia turns, her features amast with a tinge of curiosity She gives a small dip of her head, a faint hint of recognition touching her eyes.
Gerrick stands within a corner, quietly observing everyone. He seems enshrouded within the shadows, right now, what with his black clothing.
Adelina looks around the rooms, keeping her hands at her sides as she looks over each of those present. She starts toward a throng of nobles, moving easily in the wide skirts as if it was as natural as anything else.
Serenia turns her full and complete attention to Adelina as she notices the noble woman coming within her direction. She gives an even more respectful dip of her head to Adelina, "Welcome to the meeting of the Council." A faint smile hints at the corners of her mouth.
Adelina bows her head respectfully, "I was glad to hear about the meeting, and would not miss it." The smile that forms on her lips is sweet and kind. She looks around at the gathering, "I seem to have arrived early."
Elwyn enters through the archway leading to the Dining Hall.
"Indeed..." Serenia offers what appears to be a genuine smile as she answers Adelina's words. She smoothes over her skirts with a single hand, then folds them elegantly before her, "I am certain that you will find tonight's events... interesting." An interesting choice of words indeed.
Elwyn steps out into the Grand Hall from the direction of the kitchens moving swiftly around making sure all are momentarily satisfied. The silver platter under his arm flashes in the light as he makes his rounds.
The tip tap tip tapping sound of his cane proceeds Zorin as he makes his way through the hallway and into the room
With a slight grin, Adelina responds naturally, "I am sure I will." She glances around the room once, as if looking for soemone, and not seeing him or her she puts her attention back on Serenia, "I do hope some things get resolved tonight."
Cinharis arrives through the guilded doors leading to the Entrance Hall.
Elwyn stands back out of the way, but in plain view lest anyone should need him. He watches all very attentively.
Gerrick carefully watches people come and go from the hall, keeping to his quiet, darkened corner of the room for now. His brown gaze peers about the room, taking note of who is here and who is not.
Zorin moves to a quiet spot in the room where he will be able to watch the proceedings and seats himself.
Serenia inclines her head once more to Adelina, a faint amused smile touching her lips, "Indeed... I do hope so as well. I am eager to relinquish my seat to the true ruler of Cairhien...." Her words suggest that she might already know who that is, though she does not make any indications as to which she thinks is the true ruler. About the room other members of the Council can be seen speaking to other nobles. Serenia glances about a moment or two, then looks to Adelina, "I trust you will be one of those candidates nominated for the Sun Throne?"
Cinharis moves over to stand near Adelina, ready to be called for should the lady need aught, yet not obtrusively so. Her face is carefully modeled into a solemn expression, perhaps a bit marred by the curious glances she casts around now and then.
Adelina smiles pleasently, "If grace favours it so, I will be. If not, then I can only hope that the job is given to someone who will not abuse it, yes?" She takes notice of another maid near her and says, "Cinharis. Get some mulled apple cider for me."
Serenia appears to consider the answer, remaining quiet upon the subject for now. She simply smiles, then glances about once more, as if waiting for more nobles to appear before continuing with the meeting.
Cinharis curtsies briefly and hurries off to pass the order to another, lower servant, motivating him to swiftness with a few sharp words and a stern frown. She returns a few moments later, presenting her lady the desired, spiced cider.
Adelina nods to herself and looks around the room once more, still not seeing what she is looking for. She smiles at Cinharis and takes the cider, holding it in her hands, but not sipping on it quite yet.
Elwyn tires of standing still and once more begins making his way through the crowd attending on those present.
Serenia carefully watches the actions of the servant, how she moves about and gets the request filled. She gives a small nod of approval, as if considering a few things. That smile continues to touch her lips, though she speaks nothing to Cinharis, not word one. She places a hand on her chin then taps at it in a considering manner, then carefully moves forward to another set of nobles, leaving Adelina's side for now. She murmurs in a low voice to one of the other council members then turns to the rest of the room. She speaks in a formal voice, "The meeting of the Council of Lords will commence in five minutes."
Zorin leans back in his seat waiting for the show to start
Adelina nods and smiles, noting those not present and secretly smiling to herself, then she moves toward a place where she can stand comfortably, because it would be impossible to sit in the wide skirt she is wearing.
Cinharis fades into the background once more, standing ready to fulfill any further requests as much as to watch and memorize all that happens at this remarkable event.
Serenia's eyes carefully move about the area, a faint glimmer within them. It seems she's itching to hear who the candidates are, so she can cast her vote, for all appearances anyway. Her eagerness, being one of the youngest members on the council, appears to cause several of the Nobles about the room to snicker, however Serenia takes it all in stride, having known she would get this sort of reaction to begin with. She smoothes over her skirts once more, spying the other Council Members going to their chairs, then starts to head in that direction first.
Gerrick smirks on occassion as he spies various people intering the Hall. He shakes his head, mumbling a few things under his breath. He pushes away from the wall then starts toward a group of 'commoners'. This is unlike anything other Nobles have been seen to do before, however they some how greet him with open arms. This brings a quirky smile to his features before it slides off after a few moments. He converses with one or two, then goes to take a seat with the rest of the Noble crew.
Adelina folds her arms carefully, watching the room in silence. She glances around every once and a while, not seeing the one she is looking for, yet again, and just continues to look around curiously. Her eyes follow Gerrick and she makes mental notes to herself on who he speaks to.
Elwyn looks up as Serenia makes her announcment and nods to himself. Quietly he moves through the crowd, nodding to those he passes, checking to make sure they have everything they need. He watches everyone very carefully as things begin to settle down. His general direction of wandering takes him up behind Adelina, where he stops a moment and politely clears his throat. Politely respectful as a servant should be he watches her with those dark eyes of his as he asks, "Lady Tiigril, do you require anything before the meeting is to begin?" He holds his platter down towards his knees with both hands as he awaits her answer.
The servant behind you...something seems, almost familiar about his voice.
After the Lords and Ladies upon the council are settled within their seats, with seven altogether representing the Crown, a servant clad in the livery of the former King calls loudly, cutting through the chatter of the room, "The Council of Lords is now called to assemble." The crowd about the room starts to quiet, only a few murmured chatters filtering through the silence afterwards, causing some mild embarrassment.
Elwyn looks up again in mild irritation as the meeting begins, but leans in closer to Adelina so that she might give him her answer without interrupting the meeting.
Adelina holds the glass of cider in her hand and glances over at the servent. She lowers her voice so not to interupt.
You whisper "Just keep an eye out for my brother please. I would like to know when he arrives. And Lord Relovic, as well, if you will. But other than that... nothing." to Elwyn.
Serenia rises in a dainty manner from her chair, clearing her throat softly to gain everyone's attention, "The Council of Lords is called to order. The first matter of the evening will be nominations for candidates of the Sun Throne." She pauses her words a moment, looking about the area. No thought, no expression can be seen upon her features as she now keeps it in a neutral mask, as taught by the other members of the Council. Why she, the youngest member, is the one to speak, rather than one of the elder members, for the Council, may yet remain to be mystery.
Serenia adds in a clear voice, "Does anyone have any nominations to present?"
She adds, "Remember, each nominee must have three Houses supporting them."
Elwyn nods a few times, most likely taking some small food order for Lady Tiigril's party. Then after a moment he smiles and moves off in the direction of the other noble's gathered speaking quietly with them. His attention does not really seem to be on them however, and he can be seen glancing around the room several times.
Relovic and Ashlynn arrive through the guilded doors leading to the Entrance Hall.
Relovic walks into the hall with an easy grace and looks at those gathered there with no seeming interest. He refrains from greeting anyone, for now.
Lady Megana of House Rikara takes a step forward, her gray hair standing a good nine inches over her head and speaks in a gentle voice that carries, "Council," she gives a slight curtsey, "I nominate Lady Adelina, High Seat of House Tiigril for the Sun Throne of Cairhien." After that is said she takes a step back and waits for people to second and third, seeing as a nominee needs three houses support.
Ashlynn enters not far behind Relovic and a few others. She stands just off to the side of the doorway, remaining as unobtrusive as possible.
Allowing her gaze to leave her lady from time to time to sweep across the room, Cinharis suddenly spots Lord Voraneth, and for a moment a slightly cocked eyebrow reveales her sparked interest. With a casual, slow walk she slips through the crowd, trying to gain a better sight of him.
Serenia inclines her head to Lady Megana of House Rikara, then looks about the room, taking the intiative while she still holds it, "Are there at least two other Houses which back this nomination?" She waits, watching carefully for any signs of others interested in the Lady Adelina.
Adelina hides the smile that wants to form as she takes a sip from her cider. She stands near the front, skirts too wide to sit down.
Elwyn looks over to the entrance and visibly blinks. He moves quite quickly after that flagging down a passing servant headed to the kitchen's carrying a few morsles to eat. Switching trays with the servant so that Elwyn is now carrying the food, he again makes his way over to Lady Adelina.
Relovic raises an eyebrow slightly as he catches drift of what is afoot.
Lisaene slips quietly into the hall, her strange eyes catching the light before she lowers her gaze to the tiles below.
Relovic senses something, or someone and his eyes search out those in the crowd.
Lord Yarin of House Heskin, looks around a moment before standing, somewhat timidly. He looks as if he almost wishes someone else were doing this. Clearing his throat he says, "I...I...I'll second the Lady Tiigril." He gives a quick nod to Adelina with a toothy smile, before looking around at all the other nobles who are now his enemy and resuming his seat /very/ quickly.
Cinharis quickly lowers her gaze as Relovic's head turns in her direction, suddenly busy with rubbing at some invisible speck on her dress.
A graying elderly man steps forward as well, bearing the symbols and insignias of House Dessara. His voice cracks about the room, "I nominate my Grandson.... Lord Gerrick Drisden of House Dressa." Fortunate that one so old actually survives his house still.
Into the hall, Sabien of House Bortawin belatedly strides, his crimson jacket fit for the spectacle that will no doubt soon occur.
After a moment's pause, Lord Cairngorm of House Renson, takes a step forward himself, red and purple stripes going almost to his knees, looks over at House Dessara before saying, "I wish to third Tiigril's nomination." He remains standing, looking rather smug.
Elwyn reaching Adelina's side he lowers the tray down so she may choose some of the hors d'oerves. He quietly whispers to her pointing to a couple of items on the tray.
Relovic eyes go back to watching the nominations as he fades into the background, as much as any Lord can actually fade into the background that is. He chooses to remain an observer for the time being.
Denthor arrives through the guilded doors leading to the Entrance Hall.
Elwyn whispers "Lady, Relovic has arrived. And he has company...from the north."
At his grandfather's nominaton, Gerrick appears to stand taller somehow, despite the fact he has the average height of a Cairhienin male. A sort of smug expression enters his eyes, mixed with a hint of pride deeply routed. He nods once to his grandfather, then glances to the others about him, as if silently searching out his allies.
Adelina takes a honey cake, seeming somewhat pleased, taking mental note of those who supported her.
You whisper "Very good." to Elwyn.
Standing as a passive observer to the proceedings, Sabien characteristically brushes something from the collar of his shirt, and after having primped himself adequately, returning his attentions to the other nobles.
Serenia nods at each of the backers for Lady Adelina, a silent smile entering her eyes. Good. One for the taking, two more to go. Her smile, somehow, appears to grow at the mentioning of Gerrick's nomination, her brown eyes seeming to liven somewhat. "Indeed, Lord Dressa... are there at least two more houses who will stand for Lord Drisden?" She glances about the crowd, looking to see who else will stand for the newly nominated man.
At the nomination of Gerrick the commoners off to the side rouse themselves into a quiet cheer trying to show their support for him, and in the hopes that their wishes will count for more then fodder at this meeting of gathered nobles.
Lord Delos of House Kateel moves almost too quickly, speaking in a loud voice, "I will back Lord Drisden." He sends a glance toward Adelina before moving to sit back down.
Lisaene glides slowly along one wall, keeping her gaze on those who stand at the front of the hall. Finally coming to a halt, she folds her arms and watches in silence.
Several people look around, calling out the name of Nobreon in wonderment, trying to spot the green of the high seat. He is notably absent.
Elwyn after Adelina has selected her foods he again raises up to his full height looking about the room. His gaze takes in some curious activity at the back of the room which he watches like a hawk. Odd for a servant.
A faintly surprised look comes from Gerrick's eyes at his unsuspected backer, but somehow the corners of his lips manage to lift in a snug grin. He nods to Lord Delos, showing approval and perhaps appreciation. He continues to stand as is, watching the others about him in a reserved sort of manner.
A servant enters the room with a tray ladened with tropical fruits, and goblets of wine. He walks purposefully around the room, with a smile across his face. "Would anyone like anything?" he asks in a shy voice.
Lady Marianna of House Raccine moves forward, her eyes glittering within the light of the room, "I too...." She begins, her eyes only remaining on Gerrick for now, "Stand for Lord Drisden." There is a hint of something more in her eyes, as if she expects the lord to repay her in some way later... no doubt by marrying her.
Lyren enters the hall... and scowls when he hears of Delos's support of his sister's competition. He erases the scowl, however, once he reaches the place where he's been assigned to.. um.. be.
Relovic eyes rest on Gerrick, weighing the contender for the throne. He stands motionless except for the small shake of his head he gives the servant offering fruit. The whole time, his gaze stays unwavering on Gerrick.
Serenia inclines her head to the second and third backing of Lord Gerrick Drisden of House Dressa, her smile losing it's color at the end when she spies the glances between Marianna and Gerrick. "Do we have any other nominations for the Sun Throne.....?" She searches the crowd, eyes restless it seems, for any other possible candidates for King or Queen.
Elwyn frowns greatly as he watches the back of the hall, then noticing Lyren's entrance he drops his tray next to Adelina, seemingly by accident. The clatter of the metal tray is tremendous in the relative quiet of the room. Looking very apologetic he immediately bends to clean up the mess whispering to Adelina as he does so that none may notice.
Adelina glances at Delos, but says nothing, glancing toward the servent as he speaks to her.
Elwyn whispers "Lyren has finally arrived as well. He doesn't seem to happy with Lord Delos either."
Elwyn smiles silently.
Ashlynn continues to listen and watch as nominations are cast forth and others are backed. She nods to herself at a few, as if taking note of who backs who and who glares at who and what not. An interesting spectacle indeed.
You whisper "Of course he doesn't. Could you go to him and have him brought over here, please?" to Elwyn.
Kain arrives through the guilded doors leading to the Entrance Hall.
Um. Right. Beside his sister. That's where Lyren's supposed to be. He nods his head to the servant.. "A glass of wine. A /tall/ glass."
Lisaene gives the clumsy servant a faint frown, shaking her head so that the tiny pieces of crystal worked into her numerous braids chime together quietly.
The servant scurries over to Ashlyn, and then pass a filled glass of wine over, then retreats back to his spot along the wall.
Elwyn bows to Adelina offering a sincere apology for his clumsiness and moves towards the new arrivals. He moves to Lyren first, though almost as if he knows where Lyren is since his eyes are again glued to the men at the rear of the hall.
Servants abound, and Sabien hails one quietly, procuring a chilled plum punch for himself and settling into his quiet corner.
Relovic eyes have finished weighing Gerrick and are now roaming the room again, watching silently.
Elwyn coming upon Lyren bows again briefly and speaks quietly with him.
Elwyn gestures to the seats as if he is pointing out available places for the newly arrived Lord.
Elwyn bows again to Lyren holding his servile position.
Serenia appears to cross her arms as she continues to gaze at the crowd, giving them ample time to consider her request. She smirks faintly to herself, then hefts a faint, reluctant sigh, "Alright, if there are only two candidates, that makes our job a little easier...." Some how, that prospect seems to make her a little disappointed. She shakes her head sadly for a moment, then as quickly as the mood strikes the young Council member, it disappears, all smiles again, "We will move on to the next portion of this meeting then..." She glances over her shoulders at the six other members to see if they approve. At a nod from man of them, then her eyes to to Adelina, "Lady Tiigril, please step forward and petition the Council."
Lyren nods his head in return. Then his eyes narrow slightly. He mutters to Elwyn, "You... My... not... it."
Lisaene turns her gaze to Adelina as the other woman moves, studying her thoughtfully. With her height, the Taraboner has little trouble seeing over all these short Cairhienins.
A tall white cloak walks into the hall with his white cloak trailing behind him. He has a smile across his lips and he scans the area for people that he knows. Then walks over to the corner and stands by the door. "Who are the candidates?" he asks slowly.
Lisaene turns her attention to the momentary ripple caused by the Whitecloak's arrival. Lowering her head slightly, she edges along the wall once more...in the opposite direction. Not enough to bring any attention to herself, most likely, but without much hesitation.
Lyren widens his eyes, though he's not really surprised. "We shall see, will we not?" With a last curt nod of his head, he moves to join Adelina.
Relovic glances at the disturbance the Whitecloak makes and then turns his attention to Adelina.
Inching his way to the rear of the hall as Adelina stands, Sabien approaches a nearby servant with a simple request, "some cakes if you have any..." as if such an event would be unaccompanied by refreshment.
Ashlynn turns her eyes toward the Child of Light, observing him quietly for a few moments from her unobtrusive spot within the chamber. She turns her eyes back toward the front where the Council of Lords sits, tilting her head as she waits with interest for Adelina's response to the question posed in otherwise seemingly silent hall.
Elwyn stands again and stops his roaming a moment to scan the room. His eyes especially linger on the figures of Kain, Ashlynn, and Zorin.
The servant scurries towards Sabien with the cakes and then goes off to hide in the shadows way off to the side of Kain.
"Thanks" kain says as he takes the seat, with a flourish of his snow white cloak. He takes up a comfortable position in the shadows and studies the scene infront of him. Noticing the uneasyness at his presence he grins melichiously and then looks towards the council.
Cinharis follows Lisaene with her eyes as she diappears in the crowd and out of sight. One glance goes to Relovic, but since he makes no move to follow Lisaena, she stays where she is and just snatches a glass of punch from a passing servant.
Before he is able to offer some courtesy, the servant retreats. Left with his cakes, Sabien has no choice but to consume them, which he does with an appraising look. He nibbles at them, looking for all the world as if this were the most important thing going on in the hall at this moment.
Adelina moves from where she was standing, wide skirts swishing slightly, hands at her sides, unmoving, "Council of Lords." She bows her head slightly in recongnision. "I, Adelina of House Tiigril, petition to be considered for the Sun Throne of Cairhien. My mother was Lady Euphrasia of House Tanua, and my father was Lord Dreven of House Tiigril. My father's father was a distant cousin to the pervious King of Cairhien. I became Head of my House when I was but seventeen, after the tragic death of my father." She sounds saddened at mentioning that. "And this year I spent time in Tar Valon, in the White Tower itself." She pauses for a moment, waiting for reaction on that. The ring on her left hand seems to catch the light almost in answer to her words.
The Lords and Ladies amongst the council appear to murmur amongst themselves at the information presented before them. Quite a few of them frown at the mentioning of the Tower, and a whisper of Jaice's name, amongst others can be heard. After a few moments, and a glance from Serenia, they nod as it to ask the Lady to continue. Catching the glance, Serenia nods to Adelina as well, "Your lineage appears to be in order..." She, however, makes no mention of relations with the Tower. "Please continue." She waits, as if expecting more from the Noble Woman.
At the mention of the White Tower, Sabien gives away the slightest inkling of perturbance, though it is quickly reigned in to reveal a controlled expression of feigned interest. Once again he focuses on the cakes, dousing the crumbs with some of the plum beverage.
Kain's eyes buldge looking as if they would pop out of his sockets. Then he pulls a slender piece of paper out of his cloak and jots down a few things onto it with a feather pen. Then he looks back up at Adelina with eyes that could pierce through rock.
Elwyn moves to the rear of the hall standing close enough to Zorin to be noticed. Turning to face the proceedings, and seemingly bored with them he scratches his chin idly, yawning slightly. Finally he folds his arms across his chest, and stands content to watch for the moment. Odd that a Sun Palace servant should not bat an eyelash at Adelina's announcement....
Gerrick's eyes slowly follow Adelina as she moves forward, his expression carefully schooled as he watches the goings on about him. He shakes his head at a few of the things mentioned, though whether it comes from Adelina's admissions or from those whispering about him, it is still yet uncertain.
Relovic watches the proceedings with seeming uninterest. His gaze wanders from time to time, glancing at the Whitecloak and also Cinharis whose attention did not seem to go unnoticed.
By now the servant is nearly crying in the corner, with his serving tray rattling. He looks considerably shaken up from all the entrances and anouncements. Being only a poor servant he could not take all of this, and was showing signs of it.
Cinharis glances over to Relovic once more and suddenly finds herself meeting his eyes. She quickly lowers her gaze, a faint flush creeping to her cheeks and a shy smile twitching her lips.
Lisaene suddenly pushes her way through the crowd and out of the hall.
Adelina smiles and nods, "Of course." She cups her left hand over her right and continues, "If I should be chosen to sit on the Throne, the first thing I plan to do is work up a trading agreement with Tar Valon, and possibly Shienar. The beginning work in Tar Valon is already begun, an agreement formed between myself and the Guildmaster of the Merchant's Guild, Marla. My second, is to strengthen the army around the Dragonwall, to prevent further threats from the Aiel." She pauses again, though it seems she may have more to say.
Relovic eyes move on, no longer looking at anyone in particular. He does glance back at Adelina as she speaks though, yet the placid expression on his face seems to imply that what she says is of no real import to him.
Elwyn watches Zorin a moment longer as if looking for something. Not seeing it he sidles over closer to the man to speak quietly with him.
Apparently representing his son's vote by proxy, Sabien still withholds his opinion on the nominations, looking back and forth between the faces of those whose names are being bandied about, those who are lauding their own merit, their plans to bring glory to the rising sun... Again he fixes a collar that is undisturbed, and finishes his cake and wine, summoning a servant to take the glass away.
Kain stands up and chuckles merrily to himself. "You want someone who has associations with the tower, to lead Cairhein? I would like to place a nomination my self." Kain shouts to the council.
Adelina ignores the meddling Whitecloak and keeps her eyes on the Council.
With the white cloaks out burst the servant drops his trays to let them lay rattling on the floor. The as his face blushes over, he bends down to clean up the mess.
Zorin glances over his shoulder at Elwyn
Elwyn watches Zorin with idle interest, but his gaze is stolen away from Zorin as Kain's outburst rings through the Hall.
Denthor shoots a angered glance Adelina's way, and holds his ground, placing his guantleted hands on his hips.
Lyren isn't so ignoring.. the 'cloak who speaks out he fixes with a hard look.
Cinharis casts the Whitecloak a scandalized look, almost spattering her punch over her dress.
Relovic gives a mildy surprised glance at Kain but then looks to the Council, waiting to see how this will be handled.
Elwyn smiles letting a small laugh escape his lips.
Elwyn looks to Zorin momentarily.
Serenia starts to open her mouth to let Adelina continue before murmur comes from the table where the Council of Lords resides, after Kain's outburst. One stands and speaks to Serenia for a few moments, then sits. Serenia's eyes harden at the outburst, then her voice comes out surprisingly sharp, "Sit down. You are out of order. The nominations have been closed and are only open to true citizens of Cairhien." For being young, she has a lot spunk, and backbone, addressing a Child of Light such. "Another out burst like that and you will be put out of the Hall."
Elwyn shrugs making it clear he noted the activity occurring at the back of the hall even though most did not.
Adelina just nods her head, as if that is what she expected to hear.
Always playing the game, Sabien volunteers, "What can be the trouble of hearing the man out? and have all the nominations indeed been offered, I have yet to hear Bortawin represented."
Zorin looks behind him for a moment and then turn back to the servant
Relovic glances between Sabien and the council now.
Kain shakes a head at the council and laughs mirthlessly and then leaves the hall
Adelina sniffs softly as the whitecloak leaves, the looks toward Serenia for permission to continue.
Scanning the council, until his gaze rests surely on Adelina, Sabien adds, "we all walk in the light do we not? And his counsel can so easily be rejected if it is false."
Serenia fixes her eyes on Sabien, "The time for Nominations was cast. If House Bartowin had one in mind, then they dallied far too long to be heard. The meeting will continue as is, and if you wish to put out of the Hall, I can have the Guards acommodate you as well." More than enough of the Cairhienin Guards are about the room to do as requested, with Linden's order having been made not just a few days ago. "Order will remain, or this meeting will become closed." She casts a hard look at the others present, as if to quell any more outbursts. She then turns her eyes to Sabien, "Would you have an outsider, then, dictate how Cairhien is run.... hmmmm?" With that, she puts the Lord on the spot, in front of all to see. Only he can get himself out of his own comments, or bury himself further.
Elwyn gives out a silent 'ah' to Zorin. His look is clearly disbelieving.
Adelina glances at Sabien, face neutral.
Relovic eyes watch Sabien as well, waiting.
Serengil arrives through the guilded doors leading to the Entrance Hall.
Gerrick keeps his face rather neutral and expressionless at the volley of outbursts about the room. He chuckles ruthlessly at a few words spoken behind him, shaking his head back and forth, before he turns his eyes dilligently to the rest of the proceedings.
Sabien shakes his head, "No, that would not suit us would it. Perhaps we should gain less entertainment by killing one another. No, absolutely no," he then strokes his chin, "though I wonder. And this is idle wondering, perhaps unfit for such serious proceedings," he pauses dramatically, "I wonder how little the Tower has gotten its fingers into my lady Adelina." Assured this will stir controversy he mitigates this, "I believe she is well-meaning. Indeed were the vote cast now I would take her side, but the world ever has its fingers in our plate... no, do not hear the whitecloak, as you have said, the nominations have been closed."
Elwyn watches Zorin a moment, but then notices Serengil's arrival and gives Zorin a chagrined look before moving over to Serengil before he can move past Elwyn's position at the back of the hall.
Linden arrives through the guilded doors leading to the Entrance Hall.
Serenia appears to ignore Sabien's words as the man only condemns himself even more with each thing spoken. She turns her eyes directly to Adelina, "Do continue, Lady Tiigril, since you were most horribly interrupted..." She pauses her words, her eyes turning directly toward Sabien, "And continue to keep getting your floor time interrupted by others."
Zorin watches Elwyn go with an odd smile before he turns back to watch Adelina. Yes he seems very impressed by her address thus far.
Lyren mutters to Adelina, "... know... think... it... were... among... one another.."
Lyren whispers "I do not know... I think I would find it very entertaining were Delos to be among those killing one another.."
Meekly Sabien melts back into the crowds now focussing on Adelina's speech.
Elwyn speaks urgently and insistently with Serengil as if trying to fill him in on what he has missed and pointing out various things to him, as well as indicating himself. Presumably in case Serengil needs any accomodations.
Serengil enters the hall slowly and carefully. His eye's look about the room at all the faces. Searching out one in particular. after a moment or two of searching he spots Adelina and makes his in her direction keeping to the outside. He turns to listen in to Elwyn as he finally catches his attantion.
Ashlynn tsks slightly under her breath at some of the things said and accusations made. Her eyes appear to rest on Sabien a moment or two, carefully observing how he moves and how he speaks, among other things. If one noticed, she might have the look of another always on the watch for something... or someone, a faint smile tingling upon her lips ain an oh so sly manner.
Adelina gives her brother a small smile, then speaks for all to hear, "Despite my time in the Tower, where I learned a great many things that I had not previously known, if I should sit on the Throne, I will do what is best for Cairhien, as I see it, because Cairhien is my home, and will always be my home."
Zorin frowns, not so impressed by that part.
Sabien mutters to himself, "... answer worthy a..."
Lyren slowly turns his gaze that he had reserved for the outburtsing whitecloak before to Sabien.
One of the Lords sitting upon the council nods slightly then chooses to speak for himself, rather than have Serenia do it for him, "What accomplishments you've made in the past do you consider to be of worth to us in your petition for the Sun Throne?"
Elwyn waves a placating hand slightly annoyed and then gestures to Lord Gerrick and Zorin in turn finally ending up with Lyren, as he speaks with Serengil.
Elwyn settles his gaze on Zorin with a slight frown.
Arriving at the end of the Grand Hall near the table, Captain Asher takes a few moments to converse quietly with the Guardsman posted there, the words spoken pitched too softly to be overheard. After a moments contemplation, Linden nods at what he's heard, and takes up a watchful position beside the other Guardsman, eyes moving steadily across the gathered throng.
If Gerrick sees any gestures made in his direction by Elwyn, he gives no show of it. In fact, he seems as if he's hardly concerned about much about him, that smug expression always lining his features... though some know it to just be an expression he uses on the outside.... when worried about something, or overly confident. In this case, it can be more than a little of both.
Zorin is watching Adelina now, waiting to hear her accomplishments
Serengil nods to the man at his side and then begins to make his way around the room to circling round past the various people. His eye's settled on his goal so as not to loss him.
Nobreon arrives through the guilded doors leading to the Entrance Hall.
Elwyn stands idle a moment trying to consider how best to proceed.
Zorin waits to hear some accomplishments...
As his gaze crosses the assemblage, Linden's attention halts on Sabien as his eyes narrow slightly, lips thinning considerably as he turns to the Guardsman beside him, murmurring something unintelligible. The Guard nods once, and moves off into the crowd.
As eyes are drawn to him for his recent speech, Sabien smiles placidly, greeting each inquiry with marked ambivalence.
Adelina touches her lips with her tongue for a moment, as if being sure to choose her words carefully, "I have been Head of my House for six years. In that time, I have formed treaties with many major Houses. I have opened trade with my house and major Houses in Murandy and Tarabon. I have supported events and many of the major festivals over the years. And, of course as mentioned before, I've secured an agreement for trade with the Guild in Tar Valon."
Elwyn moves slowly around the room allowing him to let his eyes drift over all present. Occasionally he stops, as a noble nears him, to inquire if all is well and if they have enough drink and food.
Several of the patrons within the room lower their voices and hold casual conversations about themselves. A few smirk at the current candidate, shaking their heads. White Tower indeed. They are Cairhienin, inventors of the game.... they have no need of the Tower, or so they think. A few children in the corner can be heard giggling at some joke, too bored to be attentive. Others still sit attentively, making certain not to miss a thing. SOme sit with a rapt expression on their faces upon the edges of their chair, as if this were some complicated drama being performed. Of course, for Cairhien, this is an everyday occurance.
Adelina adds belatenly, "And I have secured some ties with the Children of the Light, namely with Lord Captain Televan."
Zorin gets that same acidic smile again as he becomes amused by the ladder accomplishment.
Elwyn thinks a moment then allows himself a slow smile. He carefully approaches Captain Asher clearing his throat to be noticed. A very meek, servile attitude about his person though.
The members of the Council appear to nod a bit at Adelina's words, considering them. One of the Ladies rises, regarding her, then says, "Do you have anything else to add to your petition, or are you finished?"
Taking his eyes away from the Meeting reluctantly, Linden turns a stern gaze on the approaching man, "Yes?" he inquires, a bit more tersely than necessary.
Elwyn whispers quietly with Linden lest he offend or interrupt. Give a quick bow he speaks.
Adequately ignored, Sabien withdraws from the fore of the crowd to seek out anyone who might like polite discussion.
Relovic watches the proceedings, quite content to be ignored for the time being. Gazing around the room from time to time, he takes note of who talks to who and other such things, but his attention always comes back to the Council and who is with them.
Adelina curtseys slightly, and speaks in a gentle voice, "I believe that I am finished, unless there is something specific you would wish to ask of me."
Linden nods at the man's words, lips pursed thoughtfully.
Cassandra arrives through the guilded doors leading to the Entrance Hall.
Elwyn clears his throat lightly againg and leans in a bit closer to Linden.
Gerrick continues to watch the proceedings his expression remaining carefully neutral for the moment. No doubt, he will be next to state his business. He folds his hands before him, standing at 'attention', waiting to be called upon. His eyes, however, do appear to follow Adelina carefully as she moves back to her previous position.
Cassandra cradles her sleeping son in her arms as she slips quietly in to watch the proceedings.
Serenia inclines her head to Adelina, that ever present smile still touching her lips, "Indeed, Lady Tiigril, you may be seated once more." She waits patiently for Adelina to do as requested, not yet turning to the waiting Lord.
After moving a polite distance from the assemblage, a Guardsman approaches Sabien, speaking softly to the man.
Elwyn looks up at Linden with an odd look in his eyes, as if afraid he may have over stepped his duties.
Adelina moves back to where she began, gracefully as if she were dancing, then turns again to face the Council, seating herself carefully in those wide skirts. Though sitting in those things may look impossible, she seems to have perfected the art.
Linden's expression, while still hard, takes on a wry undertone as he nods, lips quirking ever so slightly.
After watching Adelina move back to her chair, Serenia then gestures for Gerrick to move forward, "Lord Drisden the council will now hear your petition." She schools her eyes to remain carefully neutral, lest she give any sign away of who it is she secretly supports, though somehow her smile appears to widen a bit as she watches the lord.
Elwyn after assuringly himself Linden will know how to handle things, he sketches the Captain a brief bow and returns to his supposed duties.
Elwyn carefully winds his way closer to Adelina, though he does not approach her, but instead some nobles just a slight bit away from her inquiring after their needs.
Sabien walks through the gilded doors out to the entrance hall.
Adelina inclines her head and watches Gerrick silently from her seat.
Gerrick gives a gracious nod of his head, then his bootheels echo about the room as he moves forward to take the place that Adelina just vacated, to the spot precisely. He takes a few moments to get himself ready, casting a glance about the area. His eyes fall on Adelina a moment or two, appearing almost challenging in nature before he glances back to the council, studying each Lord and Lady present on it in turn. Spying whom he believes to be the 'head' of the council, he gives a small dip of his head, in respect, before proceeding. "I, Lord Gerrick Drisden of House Dessera do petition the Council for the Sun Throne of Cairhien...." He folds his hands behind him in a well practiced military fashion. "My father is the son of Lord and Lady Drisden, third cousins to the former King..." This causes some murmur within the group, showing some strong support for the man, "And my grandfather, who stood for me this day, is still acting High Lord of House Dessara." He glances over his shoudler, indicating the elderly gentleman that was not sitting too far away from his person during Adelina's speeches. "I can trace my line and my lineage to the Sun Throne four, if not five generations." He carries a smug expression on his features, as if proud to be a Cairhienin.
Sabien arrives through the guilded doors leading to the Entrance Hall.
Turning back to the goings-on in the Hall, Linden's expression cools considerably at Gerricks words, lips thinning as the man's speech washes over him.
Ashlynn crosses her arms as she listens, her eyes carefully playing upon the Lord's features, even if they are from behind. A faint smile tickles her lips, always on the look out, it seems. She shakes her head, as if sadly noting a few other things, before she glances about the room once more, almost in boredom.
Relovic watches and listens to Gerricks litany from his unobtrusive spot.
Serenia inclines her head silently to Gerrick, turning her eyes questioningly to the others sitting at the table with her. After a few nods to continue, she turns her eyes back to Gerrick, studying him with a silent expression for a few moments before speaking, "Please continue, Lord Drisden."
Gerrick opens his hands behind his back, spreading his fingers wide, stretching them, then replaces his stance once more, "In the past, I have achieved many things, and done many things. I served as a member of the Cairhienin Guard for three years, upon which my tour of duty was completed. During my time as a guard, I learned many things, ranging from tactics amongst the battlefield, as well as the importance of keeping treatises and their spirit intact, and what should happen should one be foolish enough to break one." A faint smirk, and a shake of his head, perhaps some sort of rememberance of a lesson learned touching his features, "I have connected with the people of Cairhien, giving to them needed facilities
Gerrick adds "Such as homes and food for children and the homeless..." This brings a smug expression to his features, "Increased Trade with Tear and Mayene. Silks from the east, despite our problems with the Aiel...." He shrugs his shoulders, "All things needed in the past, and still needed with the war that always threatens to continue."
A Lord from the Council rises, his face holding a carefully concealed expression, despite the fact he looks like a wrinkled prune, "Tell me, Lord Drisden..." His aged voice crackes out into the crowd, "What do you plan for the future. How will you use the Sun Throne....?" Several patrons about the room sit further on the edge of their seat as they wait to hear the words spoken.
Elwyn stops moving for moment as he listens attentively to Lord Drisden's speech. Anyone paying any attention to Elwyn tonight might note it odd, that even though he seems to be taking orders from everyone, he hasn't brought anyone any food or drink.
The young lord appears to falter for a moment, "The future...?"
Adelina watches the man silently as he falters, quirking an eyebrow ever so slowly. She keeps her face blank of emotions, except for that curiously quirked eyebrow.
Lyren mutters to Adelina, "He is doomed."
Cinharis listens to Gerrick's speech and display with a slight frown, then slips her eyes from him to the other members of the council, judging their reaction.
Gerrick clears his throat a moment, nodding. His faltered moment, however, has already put Adelina ahead, it seems.
Though the blade he wears is obviously decorative, its hilt more jewel than gilt, its blade secured by a leather strap to its scabbard so that it would take a lengthy ritual to remove it, such a faux pas will not be tolerated in the sun palace, and Sabien is accosted in the rearwards of the assemblage and taken away, though he does not struggle, instead pleasantly falling into line with his 'captors' as he is escorted away.
Sabien walks through the gilded doors out to the entrance hall.
Zorin watches the Lord get ushered out and then glances down at his cane for a moment and then back at the faltering Lord
Linden arrives through the guilded doors leading to the Entrance Hall.
The sounds of a short scuffle float from the rear of the Hall, two Guardsmen hustling a man from the chambers.
Cassandra walks through the gilded doors out to the entrance hall.
Gerrick clears his throat a moment, nodding. His faltered moment, however, has already put Adelina ahead, it seems. "The future, yes. Well..." He pauses a moment more, then continues. "I plan to create a viable force for the Aiel, should they wish to actually attempt to cross the Dragonwall again..." He nods to himself at that, yes, good plan, good idea, Cairhienins hate Aiel. He seems to assure himself with that. He smirks at his own words, as if the assurance is more than what's needed. He casts a glance about the area, then continues, "I've also solidified relations between Cairhien and Tear, so that the embargo of grains and some other muchly needed products." He does not stop talking at the scuffle sounding behind him, instead, moving forward with his plans, "I hope to continue to keep those relations going, as well as center others around Andor, opening negotiations for trade with that area. More importantly, I plan to devote my life to serving the people of Cairhien...."
Zorin grunts. Yes he supposes that is important
A soft chortle sounds from somewhere to the left of the table.
Clearing his throat loudly, Linden takes Gerrick's pause as an opportunity to interject, stepping before the table and into the center of the Hall with eve, measured strides.
Adelina watches Linden curiously as he steps up.
Just as Lady Zrena starts to stand, she pauses, nodding her head to Linden, "Captain Asher, you've something to say?"
Serengil folds his arms across his chest as Losr Gerrick continues with his prattle and watches Zorin with some interest.
Zorin watches Linden with a sour expression, obviously not caring much for captains of the guard. He waits to hear what the man has to say
Raising his voice to carry clearly across the Hall, Linden turns to face Lord Gerrick squarely, sparing the man a weighing glance before turning his back to the man to speak out to the gathered crowd, "Would this be the same Tairen grain procured at only half again the price of grain brought in from Illian and Andor, Lord Drisden? And, perhaps you could also explain to the gathered Lords, Ladies, and citizens of Cairhien how payments of one-tenth of that purchase price were dispersed into your accounts in Tear by the High Lady Emylin just one day after Cairhien paid the exorbitant price you 'negotiated' for her grain?
Relovic watches the going's on and shifts. He starts to move slowly and unobtrusively through the crowd, still keeping an eye and an ear on what is going on before the Council. It can't be seen where he is going yet.
Eyes from the Council raise, moving toward Gerrick. Now the Lady does rise, her own beady eyes hardening, "Explain." Her voice cuts sharply about the Hall, echoing about to those gathered.
Adelina's other eyebrow raises at this newly introduced information. She looks at Lord Drisden to see how he reacts.
Linden turns at the end of his accusations, facing Gerrick once more, this time with a slender, knowing smile playing at the edges of his lips while he idly fingers the hilt of his longsword.
Zorin smiles and starts to laugh quietly. THis is all very amusing to him. He looks to lady Adelina for the briefest of moments. It's not particularly fair that Gerrick should be the only one to have his evil deeds put on display for all to see..
Cinharis whistles softly to herself as Captain Asher imparts this delicate piece of news, intent on Garrick and his reply.
Serengil turns his attention to Garrick once again, the brief thought as to how this person got that kind of good information....and how he might obtain some just as sweet.
If the Lord seems surprised, he's at least not making too much of a fool at himself for showing it, yet. He stands a little taller, clearing his throat at the accusations, "I do not know what you are speaking of, Captain Asher..." His cheeks grow quite red, almost bursting with anger after thinking about the matter. Whether or not it is from the implication, or that someone found -out- about his little side trade, one cannot be entirely certain, but it's more than enough to get him upset now. He glances about at the others, who are waiting for an explaination, particularly the council, this is where he shows his nervousness, "Not a penny of that money went into my accounts..." Notice he has not denied the accusations though.
Elwyn moves a little closer to Adelina, almost inperceptibly.
Elwyn flicks a glance warily back to Zorin.
Linden ahs softly, speaking in a tone somehow both intrigued and wry "Then Master Ledyard, Chief Money-Lender and member of the Lenders Guild would have no information regarding this matter, would he, Lord Dresden?"
Zorin makes a note in his book
Cinharis gathers her dress and starts moving through the crowd, surreptitiously winding through the people all eye and ear for the goings on at the center, until she reaches Zorin. She stops to stand beside him and leans in to mutter softly in his ear.
Relovic has stopped in his wandering and now watches the new development.
Adelina inclines her chin, watching curiously, refraining from looking too pleased. If anything she looks angry that someone would do that, and then try to get on the Throne.
Zorin looks to Cinharis for a moment, an odd smile playing over his lips as he nods. "The night is young dear."
Is it you, or is Gerrick's face starting to turn slightly white. He peers about the room, as if looking for the money-lender in question. This alone solidifies his guilt, if not the previous actions. He licks his lips, then attempts once more to give credit to himself, "Have you checked his books? And seen what he, too, has skimped on the side for hismelf....? Hmm?" He's not going down alone, if he does, he's taking others with him. He then points out to another within the room, Lord Jamince, "Or he.... with his claims to the wine farms in Illian?"
Adelina watches as the falling lord points fingers elsewhere, lowering her eyebrows and keeping her gaze on the man. She refrains from comment, allowing the Council to cover this themselves. She glances over her shoulder and flags a servent, who happens to be Elwyn, over.
Linden blinks, expression disingenuous for a long moment before a pleased smile spreads across Linden's features, "Why, Lord Dresden...I don't recall there actually /being/ any Master Ledyard. Suppositions can be dangerous, Gerrick," the Captain continues, voice chilling perceptibly, "Escpecially for those who would assume that Cairhien is a drunken sailor ripe for a pick-pocket swathed in silk such as yourself." Casting a glance back towards a group of Guardsmen, Linden nods once, and the Guardsmen begin to move towards the Council Table.
Zorin scratches out something in his book. Clever...
Cinharis covers her mouth with one hand to prevent a surprised exclamation.
If Gerrick's features were not white before, well... they -are- now, though his eyes seem to narrow and his teeth seem to grit together. Hands clench before the Lord abruptly turns about, looking to make an escape before any other humiliation can be had this evening, or just plaining attempting to make an escape from the Guards before the Council calls for his arrest.
A stern, unyielding frown pulls at Lord Jamince's lips as he fixed a cold, steady glare at Gerrick's back. As the accused begins to move away from his fate, the burly Jamince thrusts a meaty leg in Dresden's path.
Not seeing the leg in his path, Gerrick trips and falls to the floor, landing nearly face first upon the ground. He mutters a few intelligible, dark curses, and a few unintelligible as well.
Adelina watches the preceedings as if it were some grand show, only she isn't amused really. She keeps her expression blank, except for something a kin to anger that the Lords would go and steal money like that and try to pass it off as a good deed. She bites on her lip to keep from laughing at the young lord trips and falls nearly on his face.
The Guards quickly close on the suddenly prone Lord, moving quickly and professionally as they attempt to subdue the man with a minimal amount of struggle. Linden stands at his ease, watching the Guardsmen act as he has trained them, then spreading his attention across the Hall, to make sure none of Gerrick's supporters are moving against the crowd or the Guards.
Relovic watches from his position with an expression that is rather blank but holds a touch of, is it pity at Gerrick? It is hard to tell as he watches on with eyes that glow faintly golden, hiding mysteries unsaid.
The slightly confused Lord makes no move to get away from the Guards as he carefully rises. He tries to make every attempt to school his features to as neutral an expression has possible, having already implicated himself far, far too much in matters. He simply 'allows' the guard to do their duty, rather than fighting for now. He holds his head high and proud, though makes no move to look at his Grandfather, who seems to hold a look of shame within his eyes. Other supporters somehow fade into the crowd, as if disgusted at who and what they supported... though it all could be just part of the show.
Adelina regains her neutral expression, watching as the man is escourted out. Her eyes fall on Relovic and she gives a slight smile, then she continues to follow the man as he is lead out. She looks towards the Council again, looking smugish, and sitting up straight.
Linden turns to face the Council, "My forgiveness for the untoward interruption." he apologizes smoothly, bowing respectfully before striding from the center of the Hall to resume his previous watchful position stoically.
During the whole exchange, Serenia's eyes kept growing darker and darker, though she did not cast any genuine surprise at the allegations against the man. She smirks, then schools her expression back to what it should be as a member of the Council. She inclines her head to Linden, watching Gerrick's back as he finally leaves the chamber. She turns her attention to the rest of her council memembers, murmuring with them quietly for a few moments, glancing out at all the other nobles and commoners from time to time. They seem to be in a heated debate over some matter. Serenia frowns after a few moments, then stands. Once more she neutralizes her expression, "In Light of certain matters, the Council has chosen to make it's final decision, no doubt feeling that other candidates would pose much the same problem as Lord Dresden." She keeps emotion from her voice, disappointment though, lingers on her features, "And in Light of his past deeds, and Lady Tiigril's, the council has voted in favor of Lady Adelina Tiigril for the Sun Throne."
Zorin gets up from his seat. He's in one of those agitated states which requires him to get up and move around a bit. He ends up leaning against a nearby wall
Linden's expression remains neutral during the announcement, his attention focused solely on the prevention of any 'untoward occurances' or other 'accidents'.
Adelina merely nods, keeping her expression from becoming too proud, though obviously she is quite happy at the choice. But then who wouldn't be. She stands up slowly from her chair, straightening the wide skirts with her hands, then curtseys towards the Council. After a second of holding that stance she straightens and draws up all of her height... all four foot, eleven inches of it, and says in her gentle voice, "Council, I thank you, and will not let you down."
Relovic hmms softly to himself at the announcement and glances around to see what the reaction will be.
Serenia inclines her head in a regal manner to Lady Adelina, "Indeed...." She speaks, her voice a soft purr at the moment, "We will be contacting you later about other... arrangements." A faint smile tingles at her lips as she mentions the other arrangements, leaving them unsaid at the moment. Let the Lady sink in she is going to be the next Queen first.
Adelina purses her lips at the mention of other arrangements, then nods, "Of course. I will expect to hear these 'arrangments' shortly then." She moves back carefully, before taking her seat again. She'll react to it later, when she's away from all the watching eyes.
Relovic has heard what he needed to hear and he starts to drift through the crowd again. With a glance at Adelina which holds a small smile, his wandering takes him towards the door.
At a wave from a Guardsman among those who escorted Lord Dresden from the chamber, Linden moves unobtrusively through the throng towards the Courtyard.
Serenia waits quietly for the other Lords and Ladies to be gathering their things. Carefully she gets her own stuff together, then makes ready to leave the chamber.
============================ Cairhien ============================ Message: 13/13 Posted Author Council Meeting Rumors Tue Jun 2 Adelina ------------------------------------------------------------------ The young dark haired maid runs into the Tavern, lookings as if she ran all the way there. Up hill. The head barmaid is not happy, "Where have you been, child? You're twenty minutes late!" "I'm sorry. I was at the Council meeting, watching what was happening." Many people look up from their drinks in interest. The head maid pulls the girl aside and questions her, "So what happened?" "You won't believe it! That Lady Adelina Tiigril was chosen as Queen, and get this, her competition was arrested! For theft of money it seems. Lord Gerrick has been stealing the money to buy that grain in Tear all along! Or something like that. I didn't catch all of it." "So a Tiigril will sit on the Throne? Light perserve us. She likely won't last a week." "Why do you say that?" "Her family history for one. Have you heard what happened to her parents? And her grand parents? All assassinated. And plus there's the fact that she was trained by those witches in the Tower for a while." "I don't agree," someone jumps into the conversation from the sides, "If the girl was trained in Tar Valon, all the better for us. I mean look at Tar Valon. The only country to survive longer than a thousand years. The White Tower has never been defeated. Think about it. If the girl has half the knowledge of those Aes Sedai I say all the better. We might last longer." Silence fills the room to eat up what the man said, then the rumors spring up again. Even if it is for the best, it will be quite an event to see how all this turns out. And yes, the weapon ban is still in effect it seems. ==================================================================