Setting: Main Room, Will's Tavern: Tar Valon

Players:
Chantal - Head of House Rhinorth
Adelina - Head of House Tiigril
Cori - Barmaid at Will's Tavern
Sydnia - Lady of House Rhinorth, daughter of Chantal's
Nobreon - High Seat of House Bortawin
Hudson - Gleeman
Lyren - Lord of House Tiigril
Catelynn - Lady of House Bortawin
Cassandra - Thief, for now
Nata - Aes Sedai of the Yellow Ajah
Gould - Master of Arms of the White Tower, Warder to Nata Sedai
Sereno - Tower Trainee/Guardsman
Sionil - Novice of the White Tower
Lynna - Novice of the White Tower
Morden - Master thief
Ashlynn - Aes Sedai of the Green Ajah
Yurinar - Gaidin, Warder to Ashlynn Sedai
Non-played characters:
Edena - Cairhienin singer in Tiigril employ

Sydnia flies in, looking like a bright young whirlwind, a charming smile on her face. "Hello, Mother, Lady Adelina," she says excitedly.

Adelina nods with a smile, "Very nice." Under her pleasant mask she is... agitated. "Of course. Good day, Lady Sydnia."

Sydnia smoothes her skirts neatly and brushes her hair from her eyes, not that there is a hair out of place. She looks about with bright eyes through her dark eyelashes.

Adelina smiles and motions toward the Library, "The party will take place in there. Food and entertainment are on their way." She gives a look at the guards and then starts toward where she motioned.

Chantal opens the door to the Library and leaves the Main Room.

Corianna watches the nobles with an agitated but emotionless indifference.

Adelina opens the door to the Library and leaves the Main Room.

[Library: Will's Tavern, Tar Valon]

Nobreon opens the door from the main room and comes into the library.

Chantal smiles. "Oh, thank /you/, Lady Tiigril. We were starving for entertainment, were we not, Sydnia dear?"

Nobreon smiles and nods politely to Adelina. "Thank you for having me Lady Tiigril, I'm sure it will be a wonderful event."

Sydnia nods to her mother, looking eager and slightly annoyed. She smiles delicately at Adelina. "Parties such as this are so important while in Tar Valon, for the culture lacks something that our native Cairhien has."

Adelina grins, "Well Lyren was to see to the music and the juggler.." She trails off and changes to another sentence quickly, "One of my guards has gone to get a few of my personal entertainers that I had brought down from Cairhien with me."

After having done his duty to thank the hostess, Nobreon turns to Sydnia and Chantal. A polite expression covers his face, betraying no emotion. "Lady Chantal, Lady Sydnia. A pleasure to see you both as always."

Chantal inclines her head to Nobreon. "And yourself, as well."

Sydnia nods and smiles charmingly at Nobreon. "Oh, of course, Lord Nobreon. A delight." She tosses her curls just so.

The guard Adelina sent returns with two people behind him, both obviously Cairhienin and commoners. One is a woman, short a slender with dark hair that tumbles to her waist while the other is a short man with graying hair. Both are dressed colorfully.

Adelina smiles and nods, going to the two, "Edena, why don't you start off with a nice song." She glances at the guard, "And Brenic, go back and look for my armlet. I don't think I can abide losing that." The guard turns and hurries out.

Adelina glances back at the guests, "Feel free to take a seat and talk amongst yourself, refreshments should be here in a short time."

The woman called Edena goes to a place in the room and starts to sing a popular song.

Sydnia idly smoothes her skirts, looking eager for the party to hit full swing.

Nobreon walks over to stand near Sydnia. "Thank you for joining me for dinner the other night."

Chantal gazes hard at Nobreon, as if trying to assess something.

Sydnia nods distantly to Nobreon. "Oh, certainly. I enjoyed it so. Most pleasurable." She smiles sweetly at him and touches her curls self-consciously, tossing them to make them bounce.

Chantal finally looks away, having made whatever decision she was attempting to make.

Nobreon smiles. "Yes it was, we should do it again sometime."

Adelina glances over Nobreon and smirks slightly, walking over to the entrance to greet a few guests who have arrived, mostly none-descript minor nobles.

Sydnia nods to Nobreon again in that affected adorable way. "Oh, of course." She flashes him a smile again and glides over to her mother.

Nobreon grins and allows a slight laugh to escape, so low as to almost be unhearable. He then mingles with the crowd.

Adelina looks at Edena, "Sing something by Harman. I never liked Rasmussen myself."

Hudson opens the door from the main room and comes into the library.

Hudson stands by the door, idly watching the current entertainer. He mutters to himself..."seems...good..."

Chantal flicks a glance at the commoner who just entered, then pays him no mind. Entertainers are there to be heard, not seen.

Edena nods and jumps into a song:

        We were two daughters of one race:

        She was the fairest in the face"

        The wind was blowing in the turret and tree.

        Ther were together, and she fell;

        Therefore revenge became me well.

Sydnia glides over to her mother and moves to whisper in her ear. She mutters to Chantal, "Mother,... is... of... and... Celebril... where... Lyren... I... quite..."

Nobreon waits until the song has begun, he then slowly works his way over to Adelina.

Adelina groans after that verse and shrugs, muttering that she hadn't meant /that/ Harman song.

Edena continues:

        She died : she went out like a burning flame :

        She mixed her ancient blood with shame.

        The wind is howling in the turret and tree.

        And after supper, on a bed,

        Upon my lap he laid his head.

Nobreon stands close to Adelina and murmurs quietly to her. He mutters to Adelina, "How... enjoyed..."

Chantal mutters to Sydnia, "Someone has been... rumors... eloped with... that... are... suggest you... to dissuade..."

Adelina grins slightly, She mutters to Nobreon, "... is an... I would not... recommend... stays."

Nobreon smiles. He mutters to Adelina, "... not,... having... to... make up..."

Sydnia looks flushed and angry. She leans towards her mother again, whispering hurriedly. She mutters to Chantal, "... Where... that?... I'm... to... decidedly..."

Edena continues:

        I kissed his eyelids into rest:

        His ruddy cheek upon my breast.

        The wind is raging in turret and tree.

        I hated him with the hate of Darkness,

        But I loved his beauty passing well.

Adelina grins slightly, She mutters to Nobreon, "I will... no."

Chantal mutters to Sydnia, "Oh,... foolish... his... Quick?... Something..."

Nobreon smiles. He mutters to Adelina, "... to hear, how..."

Sydnia gains a rather deadly look in her eyes. She mutters to Chantal, "... I'm... to murder... But... will find... exactly... Tiigril..." She suddenly wears a charming smile.

Chantal mutters to Sydnia.

Edena continues:

        I rose up in the silent night:

        I made my dagger sharp and bright.

        The wind is raving in turret and tree.

        Half-asleep his breath he drew,

        Three times I stabb'd him thro' and thro'.

Chantal lifts her eyebrows and murmurs to herself, "Dear me, what a hideous piece of music."

Adelina glances at Nobreon and shrugs, She mutters to Nobreon. It's a lie.

Sydnia smiles terribly sweetly. She mutters to Chantal, "... rather... seen... the... obviously.... an... shall have the... best..."

Nobreon easily hides his confusion. He mutters to Adelina, "... be? I've heard... of..."

Chantal mutters to Sydnia, "... men are... ornaments. They..."

Hudson hovers in a nearby corner of the library.

Edena ends the song:

        I curl'd and comb'd his comely head,

        He look'd so grand when he was dead.

        The wind us blowing in turret and tree.

        I wrapt his body in the sheet, 

        And laid him at his mother's feet.

Sydnia plays with her hair arrogantly. She mutters to Chantal, "... would... step... handsome... His... for..."

Chantal mutters to Sydnia, "... so... But... that... are... stop muttering to... mingle... others."

Adelina turns from Nobreon and to Edena, "That's enough Edena. There's a gleeman here to entertain us with more... proper songs." She isn't too mad. She likes that song. "Master Gleeman. You may do your act now if you'd like."

Sydnia nods half-heartedly to her mother, gliding in the direction of Adelina, a charming smile shining. "Oh, Lady Adelina," she calls sweetly. "This is such a lovely party. How perfect to have a gleeman."

Chantal flicks a half glance at the gleeman, then ignores him. She moves over to Nobreon.

Adelina mutters to Nobreon, "... truth... do not know... my... is... moment."

Nobreon nods to Adelina, he almost begins to respond, but on seeing Chantal approach he turns his attention to her. "Lady Chantal, I'm afraid I haven't had the luxury of speaking to you much of late. How have you been?"

Chantal smiles in a charming manner. "Quite well. I wanted to thank you for your presence at the races."

Nobreon grins pleasantly. "No, I must thank you, it was a splendid race. A most diverting entertainment from this city."

Hudson steps toward the center of the room, and waves his hands somewhat (wanting attention)

Adelina smiles at Sydnia, "I am glad you like it." She looks at the gleeman a moment and then back at Sydnia.

Hudson clears his throat and bows somewhat flamboyantly...his cloak seems to riffle the bright colors. "My name is Hudson...I am but a fellow gleeman."

Chantal smiles. "I wanted to offer you a spot in the Racing Club back at my track in Cairhien. It's far more sophisticated than the marks in the mud which we created, of course. Box sets, all that...I always like to accomodate interested peers." She ignores the gleeman. Who pays attention to commoners?

Nobreon nods approvingly as he considers the offer. "Yes, it does sound interesting. I would definitely like to see this club, and perhaps seek membership."

"It's more a point of prestige than anything else," Chantal says loftily. "Unless you have a burning interest in being on the board which decides on the rules and deals with breeches. But you get a box to yourself, and certain privledges when it comes to entering your own runners, and all that sort of thing."

Nobreon nods again, now understanding. "Ah, I see. I think for now a normal involvement will do."

Chantal takes a sip of her wine. "Quite," she comments.

Sydnia smiles again at Adelina, brushing those lovely curls away from her eyes in such a way that they are likely to immediately fall back. "Where is your handsome brother, Lady Adelina?" she asks sweetly. "I do so want to have a dance with him."

Nobreon sips at his wine. "Who usually enters the riders in the race?"

Adelina smiles oh so sweetly in return, "Lyren should be along shortly, he had a few things to do."

Chantal says "Nobles, mostly. Some rich merchants."

Nobreon smiles. "Nice to know that I would only be in good company while watching the races."

Sydnia smiles, tossing her curls lightly and laughing softly. "Oh, too bad. You do throw such lovely parties. I cannot wait to get back to Cairhien, though. Those are the best, naturally, and I'm sure you will have a coming home party."

Adelina chuckles, "I just hope we are home in time for the Feast of Lights. But of course I will throw a grand party in the main house's ball room."

Chantal sniffs. "Really, Nobreon, I should think you'd know better than to think /I/ would associate with riff raff. The riders, of course, are common stock, and some can even afford to come to the stands and watch a bet, but fine racing horses cost /money/."

Nobreon spreads his hands in peace. He smiles broadly while trying to calm Chantal. "I never would have thought so, I just wanted to be clear on it, that's all."

Chantal simply smiles, her smile seeming to convey volumes. "But of course. I am aware of what kind of company is suitable for the Blood."

Sydnia laughs lightly, sounding excited. "Oh, that will be lovely. You do have such a charming home, Lady Adelina. And I'm certain Mother will allow me to have a smaller soiree later, perhaps, and I'd just love for you to come."

Adelina smiles and nods, "Of course, Lady Sydnia. I would like to invite my brother, allow him to meet some girls of... high rank so to speak."

Nobreon smiles, glad to be moving in the right direction at least. "I never doubted it for a second, My Lady. Is any business conducted at these races?"

Chantal waves a hand in the air. "Business will always be conducted, I imagine, no matter what the occasion."

Nobreon smiles. "I guess it will. Thank you again for inviting me to join your club."

"Think nothing of it," Lady Chantal says. "I am simply glad we are on speaking terms again."

Nobreon looks up suddenly as he remembers something. "Oh, I would like to speak to you about purchasing some of your finer horses, or their stud services sometime."

Sydnia nods excitedly at Adelina. "Oh, of course! I'd love to have Lord Lyren there. I have so many friends I could introduce him to, all of fairly high rank." She smiles happily and fingers at her necklace.

Chantal smiles at Nobreon. "Oh, but of course."

Adelina grins and nods, "That would be nice, we'll not let him know we are setting him up though. He wouldn't like it." She chuckles.

Chantal glides over to Adelina and Sydnia, as if it were natural, wine in hand, "Now whatever is going on here?" she says, bestowing a fond smile on Sydnia, as if only engaging in a bit of Mother's natural curiosity.

Sydnia laughs lightly with Adelina. "Oh, it would be my pleasure. Of course, if he ever shows up tonight, I shall have to show him how much fun parties can be." She smiles charmingly at her mother. "Oh, Mother. We were just discussing upcoming parties."

Nobreon moves off to engage some minor nobles in meaningless chat.

Chantal smiles. "Upcoming ones?" She takes a sip of wine. "I find this one infinately enjoyable. Youngsters, all ways looking ahead, hmm?"

Adelina chuckles softly at Sydnia, "Oh I am sure he will be here shortly." Seems to be a wish more than a sure though.

Chantal says, "Young men /will/ be irresponsible. Just last month I fostered Kayl out to the royal family in Arad Doman to cure some of his wild ways."

Adelina holds back a laugh, "Oh that must be an interesting experience for the young man. Maybe I should try something like that with Lyren..." Then she shakes her head and says truthfully, "But I do not know if I could be away from him for so long."

Sydnia smiles, running a soft hand along her cheek, displaying casually an emarald and diamond ring. "I do wonder what keeps him..."

Adelina smirks, "Maybe he forgot where the Tavern was, Lyren has an ability to get lost in our own houses."

Chantal chuckles at Adelina. "Oh, he writes me daily...he seems to have no complaints. I hope he hasn't run afoul of my own son, Fuller. Fuller will have him out gambling, I'm afraid." Chantal gives an exasperated sigh.

Adelina raises an eyebrow, "Gambling... Oh my. I hope he is not into that. Though likely Lyren ran into someone with a bigger sword and had to talk to him about it. You know men and their swords."

Chantal laughs merrily and takes a sip of wine. "Indeed I do. Kayl cannot breathe but he is thinking or talking about that foolish blade of his."

Sydnia giggles a bit. "Swords or horses! You'd think there was nothing else in the world to talk about!" Nevermind that she's been gushing about parties.

Adelina chuckles, "Sounds like Lyren. I swear once he hit thirteen all he could do as think or talk about was either swords or..." She trails off and shrugs, "Guess it was just swords."

Nobreon tries to keep from laughing as he overhears parts of the ladies' conversation.

Chantal chuckles. "Now now, Sydnia, horses are completely different."

Lyren opens the door from the main room and comes into the library.

Sydnia giggles. "Of course they are." She turns to look at the newcomer with a very charming smile. "Lord Lyren! How are you?"

Adelina has her back to the opening and is spared looking relieved as Lyren enters. A gleeman is performing in the room.

Adelina glances and smiles at Lyren, "Brother." She manages not to look relieved somehow.

Nobreon nods politely to Lyren from the group of petty lordlings that have surrounded him.

Chantal smiles at Lyren. "Ah, the much talked about young man himself. So good to meet you."

Lyren bows slightly upon entering, a mask of perfect civility upon his features. "Good evening, everyone. My apologies for being late."

Adelina smiles charmingly at her brother, "It is quite alright, brother. You had things to do after all." She motions him over with one hand.

Sydnia,having been closest to the door, glides around to face newcomer and smiles up at him, watching him with bright eyes framed in dark lashes. "At least you have made it, Lord Lyren. Perhaps we shall dance later?"

Chantal wrings her hands once as if mildly distressed. She mutters to Adelina, "Oh dear. I... my daughter..."

Lyren pauses on the verge of stepping over to his sister to nod pleasantly to Sydnia. "If it would please my lady, I would be most honoured."

Adelina smiles. She mutters to Chantal, "... Lady... I am... offended.... offended eariler... my... was..."

Sydnia nods to Lyren graciously, one hand catching her skirts deftly and gracefully in preparation for a dance, and the other taking his lightly. "It would please me greatly, my lord," she says with a bright and charming smile.

Chantal chuckles, She mutters to Adelina, "It... Adelina."

Adelina flashes a smile at Lyren and Sydnia, then motions toward the gleeman to put om some good dancing music. She smiles at Chantal and nods.

Adelina mutters to Chantal, "So... had... race?... race?"

Chantal mutters to Adelina, "Indeed.... of... afraid, or you... would... out... I..."

Nobreon can't help but smile at Sydnia's actions. He slowly makes his way over to Chantal and Adelina. "Ladies."

Adelina smiles and nods. She mutters to Chantal, "... My... to..." She looks up at Nobreon and smiles pleasently as usual.

Lyren appears a little taken off guard.. before letting his smile slide back into place. "Then I can only hope you will forgive my lack of grace on the dance floor, my lady."

Chantal smiles to Nobreon as well, taking this opportunity to take another small sip of her wine.

Sydnia smiles ever so sweetly at Lyren. "Ah, I am sure that you will be as graceful as you are handsome and put all other men to shame."

Nobreon bows his head slightly to Adelina. "I must thank you again for this wonderful event you have thrown." He turns to Chantal. "Your daughter is most elegant on the dance floor."

Adelina smirks lightly at her brother and Sydnia. She finds this very amusing.

Chantal smiles. "My thanks, Lord Nobreon. She does me proud on almost every count. Where is the beautiful young woman you took for a horseback ride the other night?"

Adelina glances at Nobreon, "I plan to throw another when we all are able to return to Cairhien. I expect you would like to be there?"

Nobreon smiles to Chantal. "I believe she said she wished to retire early tonight." He turns and nods to Adelina. "Of course, I wouldn't dare miss it."

Lyren bows his head slightly. "My lady, you offer praise where it is undeserved, but I thank you anyways. Surely, though, your own grace and beauty will draw all eyes away from any clumsiness on my part."

Chantal smirks slightly at the chivalrous patter going on between Lyren and her daughter.

Adelina bites back a chuckle while watching her brother.

Adelina mutters to Chantal, "... have... idea where he... certainly... my... certainly... did.... from... of... instructers."

Sydnia tilts her head to one side so that she can have a better view of her handsome dancing partner -- and so he can have a better view of her. "My lord, you flatter too much. If all eyes are on us, it is beacuse the gentlemen envy your charm and good looks, and the ladies envy my postion as your dance partner."

Chantal chuckles. She mutters to Adelina, "... I to... be... for... was..."

Adelina represses the laugh barely this time. She's always said these things to her brother after all, just never like that. She mutters to Chantal, "... hope..." Someday /soon./

Lyren shakes his head slightly, appearing for the first time to be truly enjoying himself with this contest of compliments. "Perhaps, my lady, we can progress to the dance floor so we may see just who will draw the attention?"

Chantal mutters to Adelina, "Perhaps,... are... they... willing,... could... speak on it? Sydnia,... a very generous dowry..."

Adelina hmms softly to herself in though. She mutters to Chantal, "... course. Let us... until we are... before... give them..."

Sydnia nods to Lyren with a bright smile, stepping lightly towards the dance floor. Her green skirts shimmer softly as they sway with her graceful movements. A flutter of eyelashes as she looks up at her dance partner and she nods to indicate her readiness to dance as she swirls neatly into position.

Chantal mutters to Adelina, "... most for my daughter..."

Nobreon notices the ladies are again whispering to each other and moves off.

Adelina nods and looks over toward Lyren. She mutters to Chantal, "He... time worring... return I think."

Chantal mutters to Adelina, "... a very good..."

Lyren's eyes flicker over to Adelina for a moment before he steps after Sydnia. Joining her on the dance floor, he bows before her, his smile still in place. "Shall we?"

Sydnia nods, swooping downwards in a graceful dancer's curtsey. As she stands, she takes a deep breath and smiles adoringly. "The music is playing and the lead is yours, my lord." She lifts her chin slightly so that her curls fall away from her eyes.

Lyren bows his head slightly once more, acknowledging the statement, and he offers his hands to Sydnia so that they may begin. With s slight grin, he warns, "Be wary of my feet, my lady, they are not always willing servants..

Catelynn opens the door from the main room and comes into the library.

Sydnia takes his hands lightly and allows him to move her into the initial motions of the dance, gliding with the grace of a little swan. "Ah, my lord, my feet are quick and shall fear nothing from yours." She adds with a mischievious twinkle in her bright eyes, "Though I doubt one so noble and chivalrous as yourself would put me in any danger whatsoever."

Chantal turns to regard the newcomer.

Cassandra opens the door from the main room and comes into the library.

Cassandra looks around.

Chantal regards this next newcomer as well and takes a sip of her wine. She smiles in welcome to both.

Nobreon stands chatting with some merchants. His back is to the door.

Appropriately heralded and attended as a member of a noble House should be, the newcomer makes entrance into the gaiety of the celebration, azure gaze already gaining assessment on those attending. Respectfully, Catelynn drops a careful curtsy for respect, then quietly moves for an unobtrusive spot of the room.

Despite his claims, Lyren's feet move with practiced steps, though the faint sign of concentration creases his brow. "That is true, my lady," he says, leading Sydnia along the dance floor in time with the music. "I believe even the lowliest ruffian would find it hard to bring harm to yourself..

Cassandra smiles when she sees Nobreon and walks over to him.

Nobreon stands talking animatedly with the men. He gestures some and can be heard talking about various goods.

Cassandra says "Hello, love. Am I interrupting anything?"

Chantal watches Cassandra with interest over the rim of her wine glass.

Floating gracefully on Lyren's arms, Sydnia seems delightfully pleased with her partner's prowess. "Ah, my lord," she says softly, "you do not do yourself justice. I do not think there is another in Cairhien who dances as heavenly as you." She smiles charmingly at Lyren, her eyes never leaving his for a moment.

Nobreon turns to see Cassandra. "Oh, nothing, just talking to these men." He then returns to the conversation.

Cassandra frowns slightly. "Would you rather I left you alone?"

Nobreon turns back again, he shakes his head. "Of course not, join me in talking to these men."

Accepting a glass of refreshment from her maidservant, Catelynn assumes a position of attentiveness after settling herself in one of the seats available. Silence for the moment is her carefully woven cloak, the claret of her glass decreasing only the smallest bit with each sip.

Cassandra smiles charmingly to the men. "All right, gentlemen, what are we discussing?"

Chantal moves over to Catelynn and holds out a graceful hand. "I don't believe we've met."

Nobreon looks a bit amused when the men all make their excuses to leave. He turns to Cassandra. "I guess we can discuss whatever you wish then."

Lyren smiles at his partner, and shakes his head.. "You must have charmed my untrustworthy feet, my lady... Truly, If you were to ask others from the balls back in Cairhien, you would hear that my dancing shoes were the bane of the party..

Cassandra nods. "Good. I have a favor to ask." She steers Nobreon towards a quiet corner.

At Chantal's approach, the girl rises smoothly to drop another respectful curtsy. Lilting soprano tones, soft for the ambient noises of the room, gives answer "Nay, I think not m'Lady. I am called Catelynn, cousin to yon lord." Her nod indicates Nobreon of course, though with the others in attendance, this may not be clear.

Cassandra speaks softly to Nobreon.

Chantal smiles. "I am Lady Chantal. What a pleasure to meet you, Catelynn."

Nobreon allows Cassandra to lead him off.

Cassandra mutters to Nobreon, "Jules... He was quite... kill... his..."

Cassandra mutters to Nobreon, "... promise... and... him.... course.... my..."

Nobreon raises an eyebrow. He mutters to Cassandra, "... what..."

Smiling charmingly at her suave partner, Sydnia laughs lightly. "Ah, perhaps then when we return once again to our beautiful homeland, we shall dance again at another party. For it would truly be tragedy if you never danced as you do tonight. Whatever protests you may make, my lord, your dancing is quite elegant and charming, and likely to sweep any young lady away."

"And a pleasure to make yours Lady Chantal," Catelynn responds, gesturing to a nearby seat. "Do please join me for some refreshment. I'm afraid I've some need of it at the moment." A meaningful glance towards Alielle, her maid, communicates what she needs and in a twinkling, some is offered to Chantal, should she require it.

Chantal smiles and takes it with her thanks, gracefully settling herself down into a seat next to Catelynn.

Cassandra looks up into Nobreon's eyes and smiles sweetly. "So you'll promise?"

Nobreon sighs heavily. He mutters to Cassandra, "... will you..."

Cassandra frowns slightly. "Just promise me."

Nobreon mutters to Cassandra, "... to... you... to... anymore.""

Sparing a quick glance heavily laden with curiosity towards Nobreon and Cassandra, Catelynn turns herself conversationally towards her new companion, "My Lady, have you been in this lovely city long? My siblings and I only arrived some weeks ago and I've not yet become familiar with all its charms."

Cassandra shakes her head. "That's not what I asked."

Cassandra glances around at all the people again, and then stands on tiptoe to whisper in Nobreon's ear.

Lyren chuckles as he and Sydnia pass by another dancing couple, "Mayhap, my lady, if the wheel smiles kindly upon us. Your company is surely a valued commodity, so I fear the competition for your attention my be a bit overwhelming."

Chantal smiles to Catelynn. "Yes, we've been vacationing here for several months."

Cassandra stands off in a corner whispering to Nobreon.

Nobreon nods. He mutters to Cassandra, "... but... goad..."

Cassandra smiles. "All right. But promise."

Nobreon nods. "I'll talk to him."

Cassandra frowns. "Say the words, Nobreon."

Catelynn smiles happily at the answer, once again sweeping a glance for the rest of the room; interesting things might happen while engaged thus in conversation. "Oh, then you would know of picturesque spots around the city? Perhaps even on the outskirts. To be sure, I've seen my share, but I'd hate to miss something delectable for my own ignorance." The topic is one of interest for her, as evidenced by a slight tone of animation in her voice.

Chantal smiles. "Have you visted the Ogier Grove?"

Nobreon ignores the impending mood in Cassandra and smiles as if nothing is wrong. "Have you met my cousin Catelynn yet?"

Cassandra nods. "Yes, you introduced us."

Sydnia smiles at Lyren, her bright blue eyes never leving him. Her wide shimmering green skirts swirl as her partner turns her, and she looks like a delicate exotic bird. "As busy as my schedule may be, my lord, to share more time in your charming prescence would be most welcome."

Adelina goes off to sit and watch the party for a bit, sipping on some wine.

Nobreon grins. "Good, good."

Cassandra sighs. "You've changed the subject."

Nobreon takes a glass from a passing server and hands it to Cassandra. "I'm glad you decided to come."

"Alas, I've not made my into the Grove itself," the dark-haired girl by Chantal's side replies after another miniscule sip of her glass. "So many charming friezes and plazas have caught my attention first. Oh, and the docksides, though dreadfully cold, are quite breathtaking. So you would suggest the grove?"

Cassandra shrugs and hands the glass back. "And I may just decide to leave."

Chantal smiles. "But of course I would. In fact...perhaps you should like to join Sydnia and I for a picnic there in the near future?" She turns to Adelina, "and yourself as well, Lady Tiigril? The women should get out without men about--" who counts guards as real men, anyway? "once in awhile."

Cassandra looks up at Nobreon. "Unless...?"

Nobreon shakes his head. "Adelina has thrown a wonderful party, there is no reason to leave."

Adelina grins slightly after a sip on her wine, "I would love to."

Cassandra nods. "You're stubborness is reason enough. Unless you'd care to depart?"

"A delightful prospect indeed, my Lady," Catelynn murmurs, glancing towards the other invitees briefly with an added nod of respect. "I shall look forward to the occasion."

Nobreon frowns in obvious confusion. "You wish us to depart?"

Cassandra shakes her head. "Not exactly. I wish to depart so long as you refuse to promise."

Nobreon says "I said I'd speak to him."

Cassandra frowns. "You know perfectly well that's not what I asked."

Cassandra says "And I don't think that a wise course of action."

Nobreon frowns. He mutters to Cassandra, "What... we... of... day?... you..."

Cassandra shrugs and then nods ever so politely. "Good night, my lord."

Cassandra turns to make her way out.

Ardent curiosity lights a gleam in Catelynn's eyes if she allowed them to be seen by the room in general. Glances towards Nobreon and Cassandra would explain the curiosity, but she keeps her eyes studiously on the claret quality of her glass, almost a fascination.

Cassandra opens the door and goes into the main room.

Cassandra has left.

Nobreon smoothly moves over to where Adelina is. "May I join you?"

Adelina smiles pleasently, "Of course. Sit."

Nobreon carefully takes a seat a respectful distance from Adelina.

Nobreon sighs. He mutters to Adelina, "... we put up... them?"

Nobreon sits down at Couch.

Catelynn holds a brief conference at Alielle's gentle behest, resulting in a slow nod from both sides, almost comical in its timing. It lasts for several exchanges, by the glances to the others in the room, its topic easily assumed.

Chantal lifts a faint eyebrow over the rim of her drink.

Adelina rolls her eyes at Nobreon after a short conversation.

Adelina calls to Edena, "Sing a Harman song. Not Two Sisters. How about that nice short one about the sea?"

Edena nods and jumps into song:

        The winds, as at thier hour of birth,

        Leaning upon the ridged sea,

        Breathed low around the rolling earth

        With mellow preludes, 'We are free.'

Nata opens the door from the main room and comes into the library.

Adelina is sitting at the couch with Nobreon, listening to a short Cairhienin singer.

Edena finishes:

        The streams through mant a lilied row

        Down-caroling to the crisped sea,

        Low-tinkled with a bell-like flow

        Atween the bloosoms, 'We are free.'

Catelynn lifts her eyes from the fascinating looking telescope she has been studying to regard the singer launching into a new song. The expression on her face only registers mild interest before turning back to the telescope.

Nata comes into the library leading a small group from the tower. She nods regally as she moves to the side permitting others to enter behind her.

Sydnia dances beautifully with the handsome and talented Lord Tiigril.

Lynna opens the door from the main room and comes into the library.

Sereno opens the door from the main room and comes into the library.

Sionil opens the door from the main room and comes into the library.

Chantal inclines her head graciously to the new arrivals.

Gould opens the door from the main room and comes into the library.

Gould enters at Nata's side.

Sereno enters, taking a moment to familiarize himself with his surroundings, then offers a respectful bow to Chantal as she greet him and the rest of the group...

Nobreon sits with Adelina on a couch. He nods politely to those just entering.

The arrival of new partygoers draws on Catelynn's attention, this time with more curiosity; she's only met a few people of the Tower. With new people to study, her gaze lingers on each in turn.

Adelina glances at those entering and offers a smile, standing and giving a respectful nod, "Welcome, I am Adelina of House Tiigril. Make yourselves comfortable. There is refreashments enough for everyone. And you can join the dancers if you wish."

Lynna pauses right behind Nata, and slowly scans the room. She holds herself tall - which for her is quite tall - though she doesn't have nearly the same presence as Nata does.

Sionil enters in behind Nata and Gould, glancing around breifly she gives a short curtsey, trying to do it the best she can, towards Catelynn.

Chantal rises to her feet, setting her drink gently down on the table. With a smile to Catelynn, she watches them enter, now that the hostess has spoken. She glides towards them and offers a graceful hand. "Lady Chantal of House Rhinorth," she offers, "a pleasure to meet you all."

Catelynn inclines a dark-curled head towards Sionil, following Chantal's lead to rise and move somewhat closer. Her end destination only results in nearby due to the respectful distance she accords those making greetings ahead of her.

Sydnia continues to allow the hansome Lord Tiigril sweep her about the dance floor, her wide green skirts swirling with their every motion as her graceful partner turns her.

Nobreon turns to Adelina. "Excuse me." He rises from his seat and moves to the new arrivals. "Lord Nobreon of House Bortawin. I can't tell you what a pleasure it is to meet you."

Adelina glances toward the singer, "How about that nice one, about the poet. Think you can try that one?"

Nata nods as a pleasant smile curves her lips into a precise contour. "Our thanks for the invitation. I am Nata Sedai, my Gaidin, Gould. " she glances to note the position of the others. "Lynna and Sionil, Sereno, some of those in training who hopefully will be progressing along nicely. Brought them to start making acquaintenances with you.

Lynna curtsies silently as she is introduced.

Gould nods as Nata speaks, introducing him. He remains at her side, protective as ever

Catelynn eyes the tall woman standing just behind the leader, her expression one of measurement, perhaps using her own cousin, Nobreon, as reference. As yet, she remains silent, even backing up a step.

Sereno bows respectfully to each of the highly-placed nobles as they greet him in turn, gently taking offered hands and raising them not quite to his lips...

Adelina smiles and nods toward the group again after getting an affermative nod from the singer who goes to get a drink to warm up. "It is a pleasure to met you, Nata Sedai and all of you."

The faint accent typical of Andorian nobility is detectable in Nata's mellow voice as she politely greets those present, her glance seeming to make note of each. She moves to a position permitting those with her to mingle once their presence is accepted.

Nobreon nods politely to each in turn as they are introduced. He smiles in general to the group. "Would any of you ladies care to dance?"

Chantal smiles. "Ah, such a pleasure to meet you all." She steps aside so that they may make it farther into the room.

Edena starts into song:

        The poet in a golden clime was born,

        With golden stars above;

        Dower'd with the hate of hate, 

        the scorn of scorn,

        The love of love.

Adelina smiles and sits back down, listening to the music and glanicing toward the dancing couples.

Sionil glances towards Nata briefly

Lynna turns her attention to Nata as well, quietly.

Edena continues:

        He saw thro' life and death,

        thro' good and ill,

        He saw thro' his own soul.

        The marvel of everlasting will,

        An open scroll,

Sereno looks about awkwardly for a moment, then, apparently finding some purpose, separates from the gourp he arrived with, making his way to where the wine is being served....

Chantal smiles to Sionil and Lynna in a motherly sort of way.

Lynna smiles back faintly to Chantal. For the most part, she seems quite at ease, perhaps even somewhat familiar, with the atmosphere.

Sereno returns after several moments with two glasses of wine, offering one to Nata, "Aes Sedai?"

Catelynn smiles her mute addition of welcome and pleasantries to the newcomers, before moving back yet another step to find her previous seat occupied by one of the resting dancers. So she stands, still near the door and the Tower contingency, sipping at her glass.

Nata glances toward Gould and moves toward the hostess after her long fingers reach out to accept one of the glases of wine. She raises the goblet to her lips and tilts it though the level in the glass does not seem to drop any.

Chantal smiles at Nata. "What Ajah did you say you belonged to, Aes Sedai?"

Sereno looks towards Gould, as if unsure of his next move, but decides to go along withit, offering the other glass to the Gaidin...

Morden opens the door from the main room and comes into the library.

Sionil still glancing towards Nata, takes a step forward not seeing any objections (yet)

Morden makes his way in quietly and looks about.

Lynna remains near Nata for the moment, until she gets a better feel for the place. She glances doorward at the new arrival.

Sionil holding one hand upon the side of her dress, 'nil gives a curtsey towards Nobreon.

Nobreon assumes that Sionil accepts his offer and bows slightly to her. He then offers her his hand.

Nata nods once toward the two females accompanying her.

Lynna nods back to Nata, smiling, and then turns to Sionil. Her smile broadens, quietly.

Musicians end a song to a round of polite applause only to launch another one, lilting and lively and designed to inspire dance into even the most leaden heels.

Sionil smiles towards the nobleman and lifts up the free hand that is not holding onto her dress, for Nobreon to take.

Morden makes his way in quietly. He wanted to see the party, not really to hob nob with the people in it. He looks for an unobtrusive place to loider about and relax

Nobreon stands and leaves Couch.

Chantal flicks a glance at Morden, then dismisses him.

Nobreon gently takes Sionil's hand and leads her to the floor. "I fear my skill is a bit lacking. I can only hope to begin to do you justice."

Nata listens quietly to the humm of conversation around her, her voice joining in from time to time with social nicieties. Eventually her path seems to wind up near Chantal. "Quite a few from your fair city gathered here tonight.

Gould takes the glass from Sereno but does not drink...he simply stands there at his Ward's side, nodding to those who speak with him.

Sionil finaly speaks towards the man, her voice a mix of both Andorian and a little Cairhien, "Your invitation is justice enough, m'lord." Sionil releases her other hand and moves it for Nobreon's taking, not really sure what sort of dance he wants to do.

Chantal smiles. "Aye, Aes Sedai. Though you came in at just the right time to liven up a party that seemed to be flagging a bit."

Nobreon bows his head slightly at the response. "Thank you my lady. Hopefully a waltz will keep my feet from yours."

Several servants instructed to circulate refreshments and small, carefully created tidbits of food step up their activities to offer their selection. Breads spread with pate, arrangements of fruit that obviously would have cost some coin to obtain in the midst of winter, even rolled meats, housing delightfully steamed vegetables.

Ashlynn opens the door from the main room and comes into the library.

Sionil says "Please, call me Sionil. I am but a Novice in the tower."

Sereno moves to Lynna's side, as she's the only one from his group who remains unattended....

The door opens and closes, revealing Ashlynn Sedai entering the room. A faint mischievous gleam can be seen lining her azure eyes as her gaze takes her about the room, carefully noting who is there and who is not, her entrance very fashionably late.

Nobreon gracefully starts into a slow waltz around the floor. He keeps his eyes on Sionil's and flashes a smile. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman."

Lynna finally moves from Nata's side, smiling faintly as Sereno heads her way. She simply moves away so that she's not interrupting Nata's conversation, not heading anywhere specific. Glancing to the door as Ashlynn enters, she quietly curtsies.

Lynna smiles a bit wider as Sereno speaks to her, and replies softly.

Catelynn's steps move her smoothly towards the tall woman she was studying earlier; the closer she gets, the more she has to crane her neck. "Good eve," she murmurs a soft soprano, "You're much taller than most women I've seen." To Sereno, she also offers a greeting.

Nata smiles faintly. "Don't know that we will liven it up any, but it will certainly add to the present bodies. Are you here visiting?

Sereno notices Ashlynn Sedai's arrival, and offers her a respectful bow....

Chantal stands speaking to Nata. She smiles at Ashlynn when she enters, then returns her attention to mthe conversation. "Aye, we are indeed, Nata Sedai."

Gould smiles at Nata briefly before returning his gaze to the scene before him

Ashlynn inclines her head just so to Sereno's bow, to show that she indeed did notice. She offers him, in turn, a very sly smile, with an equally sly twinkle in her eyes.

Sereno inclines his head to Catelynn, smiling as she comments on Lynna's height, "I once said I would indeed fear the sight of the men of her land on the opposite side of a battle..."

Sionil upon the compliment of Nobreon's, a slight rosy shade comes to her cheeks and gives a nice contrast to the deep forest green of her partydress, "You flatter sir." Allowing Nobreon to lead the pair as they dance she appears to be enjoying herself also.

Lynna, rather, starts to reply before Catelynn approaches her. Quietly, she inclines her head, her own voice much deeper. "As I am than many women I see, my Lady." She smiles faintly at Sereno's comment.

Sereno blushes as he catches Ashlynn's reply to his greeting, the color readily evident as it rises in his pale cheeks...

Morden finds a relatively quiet place to sit himself down. Upon doing so he removes a small note book from his jacket pocket. He turns to the appropriate page and begins making a few entries.

Nobreon shakes his head with mirth as he effortlessly leads Sionil through an intricate turn. "I fear not Sionil, 'tis all true."

Nata nods as she recognizes the woman entering. Her watchful glance touches on each of the novices with her and returns to the colorful mingling pattern of those moving through the room.

Raising a single slender hand to her lips, presumably a failed attempt to hide the smile suddenly blooming there, Catelynn nods appreciation of the response, "Where do you come from, that your people are so tall?"

Lynna smiles faintly. "I hail from Shienar. Even there, I am taller than most - my height isn't quite characteristic of my people."

Ashlynn's eyes move away from Sereno, a slight chuckle eminating from her voice. The Green Sister folds her arms before her, her lips quirking in a faint, impish smile; grazing grounds indeed, for one always seeking to add another to her herd. She makes her way toward the back of the room, her eyes roaming liberally.

Nata moves with Gould toward Ashlynn and speaks in a low tone to her. "Good to see you here Sister. Was wondering if we were the only ones coming. I brought Lynna and Sionil to observe for 'the Great Gave, and Sereno to help with escorting them.

"My height is quite characteristic of my people," Catelynn responds with the obvious, adding a motion to the other Cairhien natives in the room. "And you, sir. Your native land?" Her glass winks faintly as she swirls the liquid, allowing it to wash up on the bowl of the crystal.

Sereno excuses himself from his present company, making his way once again to where the wine is being served, returning with two glasses, though upon returning he makes his way towards Ashlynn Sedai. He offers her one of the glasses, "Aes Sedai?"

Lynna nods to Sereno as he steps away, smiling in mild amusement.

Sionil smiles brightly through the turn and it grows wider with the further compliment. As the dance comes to its conclusion she gives a deep curtsey towards the gentleman and responds "Your dancing was divine, m'lord, Thank you."

Chantal glides to refill her wineglass.

Nobreon bows noticeably deeper than before. "I'm afraid I paled in your glory, thank you."

Ashlynn turns her eyes quietly to Sereno, once again dressing him down with that special glance of hers that leaves trainees blushing oft. She inclines her head gracefully, extending a hand to take the glass, "Why thank you, Sereno." She speaks in a voice that seems to purr almost.

Catelynn's gaze follows the man just shrugging away her attempt at conversation; impassive, though clearly noting the slight in her mind. She turns to Lynna again, "That's some distance away from here is it not?"

Sydnia, who has been dancing and quietly speaking with Lyren Tiigril for quite some time now, leaves him to his sister Adelina and floats gracefully over to her mother Chantal with a sweet and happy smile.

Lynna turns back to Catelynn and nods. "It's a good ride away, yes, though if I recall, no further away than Cairhien is."

Sereno gracefully hands her the glass, inclining his head...

Chantal smiles. "Did you enjoy yourself, Sydnia?"

Nobreon smiles at Sionil's departing figure before moving to join Catelynn. His face glows brightly, but he isn't the least affected from his dance. "Why cousin, who is this lovely lady you have captured?"

Lynna blinks once at Nobreon at his choice of words in reference to herself.

Sereno raises his glass in a quiet toast to the Green Sister, "May the Light guide you through the darkness of your journeys..."

Catelynn waves a servant's tray away amidst taking another miniscule sip of her glass. "Well, I'd guess the distance comparable, though my brother, sister and I made so many visits along the way that it seems only a few rides away. Of course, we've been visiting for several months now."

Sydnia nods to Chantal delicately. "Very much so, Mother. Lord Lyren is quite an accomplished dancer." She smoothes an errant curl and arranges her dress to perfection.

Glancing around at the familiar voice, Catelynn interrupts herself to smile welcome to her elder cousin. "She was introduced as Lynna, my lord. A Shienaran woman of the Tower."

Chantal chuckles lightly.

Lynna inclines her head to Nobreon. "My lord," she replies, perfect formality.

Ashlynn speaks softly to Nata, "I received the invitation, and tried to get Yurinar to attend, but he simply refused." She seems a bit disappointed at that, "He said the outfit I bought him was too frilly" She pouts at that, "No matter that all it had was gold trim and was as plain as it gets after that." She turns her eyes to Sereno, the pouty expression leaving her features, returning to that sultry look of before, "And may the light shine upon your path, always trainee." She gives a small dip of her head, grasping the glass and daintily raising it to her lips.

Morden sets his notebook and pencil down for a few moments, long enough to pull out a stick of rolled tabac from a case in yet another pocket and light it up using a nearby lantern. He takes a long drag on it and exhales a long stream of smoke out of his nose. He's far enough away that it shouldn't really bother anyone. This done he takes his notebook back. He's not writing now though just looking about, eyes tending to focus on Adelina more often then anyone else

Nobreon removes a glass from a passing server's tray without thought. He inclines his head in acknowledgement. "A pleasure to meet someone from your fine nation. You must have broken many hearts back home."

Chantal chuckles to Ashlynn. "Men are ever stubborn, but lovable for all that."

Lynna smiles very faintly to Nobreon. "Hardly, my lord. But the past is the past, and best left there."

Catelynn turns an impassive gaze to her charming cousin, drawing her cloak of silence about her once more once relegated as minor to the conversation. At least it leaves her free to give a study of the rest of the room.

Gould stands at Nata's side...being polite if distant.

Nobreon nods. "So it is." He raises his glass in salute. "To the future then."

Chantal settles down, and gives Catelynn a welcoming smile, inviting her to join her once more.

Lynna nods once, having no glass to raise herself, having turned away the serving tray for the moment. "The future, aye."

A faint chuckle eminates from the Green Sister at Chantal's words, "Aye, that they are...." Ashlynn pauses a moment as her gaze trails questioningly to Chantal, having never met her before.

Nobreon purses his lips in thought as Lynna is missing a glass. However, he still takes a sip of his.

Catelynn's glance about the room certainly notes Chantal's smile of invitation. Murmuring her excuses to Nobreon and Lynna, she makes her way to the empty seat by the woman's side amidst a rustle of silken skirts.

Lynna inclines her head to Catelynn as she moves away. "My lady." She turns back to Nobreon.

Chantal mutters to Catelynn, "... are always... me.... if your cousin... more... in..."

Nobreon turns his full attention to Lynna now that Catelynn has departed. "My lady, would you care to dance?"

Lynna smiles very faintly again. "I fear that my dancing skill is lacking at best, my Lord."

Nata speaks nothing of men and the foibles of their dress, merely smiling at Ashlyn's quip and glancing at Gould. Her voice lowers. "I know you well enough to just be glad you came with me she murmurs aside to him.

Nobreon has a truely charming smile now. "Even then you will certainly be my better on the floor."

Gould smiles at Nata and replies...

Lynna chuckles very softly. "Very well."

Slowly, with the dark curls of her head barely stirring to the movement, Catelynn swivels her head to regard her cousin with yet another woman with a contemplating look, before turning back to Chantal. "Thank you my Lady, your offer is very kind."

Nobreon bows slightly at the waist to Lynna and then offers a hand. "You have warmed my poor heart so."

Chantal smiles to Catelynn in a way that is almost sisterly.

Sydnia moves over to where her mother and Catelynn are, wearing a sweet smile and looking curious to the conversation.

Chantal says "Sydnia, dear, have you and Catelynn met? This is Nobreon's cousin."

Lynna curtsies slightly in reply, before taking Nobreon's offered hand.

Nobreon carefully leads Lynna out to the floor before offering his other hand. "I shall try my best for you, my lady."

Lynna inclines her head slightly in reply, smiling again, before taking Nobreon's other hand.

From mother to daughter, Catelynn turns her gaze of morning blue, adding another careful curving of her lips. "As a matter of fact we have. It was quite a pleasant conversation concerning our interests, was it not, Sydnia?"

Nobreon starts into a simple waltz with Lynna, one designed to showcase the woman and hide any fault she might have. He laughs slightly. "I hope I do not injury your poor feet. Please forgive me in advance."

Sydnia nods to her mother, glancing at Catelynn. "I do believe Catelynn and I have indeed met. We were discussing horses, I recall, and riding."

Ashlynn takes another delicate sip of her wine, tilting her head faintly as she watches those about her in a carefull manner.

Lynna manages to keep up with Nobreon's lead passably well. She smiles again, "I do not believe that will be a problem. Or at least I hope so."

Chantal smiles to Catelynn. "You are a rider, then? We should all go out for a long-distance trail ride, in the country. It would give us all something to do."

Nobreon pretends to be upset and eases the dance for Lynna somewhat. "My Lady, you are a heavenly dancer. I am simply bash in your elegance."

"I here there is a nice bit of land just outside of the city, a trail that leads deep into the woods." Ashlynn interjects, offering information for the 'proposed' ride without seeming to be in the coversation at all.

Morden looks around him for some place to dump the ash from his tabac. After a few moments he finds something suitable. Not a trash can mind you, but an empty mug. He proceeds to tap the ash off of it and then look back to his notebook and occassionally out over the crowd.

Chantal smiles to Ashlynn. "Truly, Aes Sedai? Perhaps you would like to accompany us, and show us?"

Lynna blinks and blushes very faintly. "I believe I have to profess beginner's luck."

Catelynn returns smile for smile, "With your picnic in the Grove and a ride in the country, I think my days shall pass most agreeably here." The acceptance is inherent in both speech and head inclination. The nod takes in another woman of the Tower, still with mild curiosity, supporting Chantal's invitation with "Yes, do. I would hear of the many wonders of this area."

Nobreon will hear none of it as he continues to effortless lead Lynna around the floor. "Are all the women from your fair country as skilled as you? You put us poor Cairhiens to shame."

Chantal smiles at Catelynn warmly.

Lynna obviously never had to deal with flatterers in the courts of Shienar. "I would not know, my Lord," she replies softly.

Sydnia nods to Catelynn with a bright smile. "There is often so little to do here in Tar Valon, compared to the social life in Cairhien, and we should love to have your company, naturally. It is so good to have someone nearer in age to me to socialize with."

Nobreon pauses as the dance comes to an end. He bows again to Lynna. "You dance devine my lady, if you would honor my poor soul with another dance?"

Ashlynn gives a faint shrug of her shoulders, her eyes moving casually toward Chantal, "Only if it would not seem as if I were intruding." Her eyes move over Catelynn as she speaks, taking in the noble whom she has not met.

Catelynn smiles and smiles and smiles; little wonder the careful practice of her training involved that simple yet eloquent expression so constantly. To Sydnia, she nods agreement, "Yes, it is quite a prospect I look forward to. My siblings do tend to engage in their own interests without my accompaniment."

Lynna smiles faintly and curtsies. "Much as I would love to, I don't believe that would be possible."

Nobreon let's an unschooled brow quirk before he can stop it. However, the rest of his face and tone remain the same. "Of course my lady. My feet have abused you so. Thank you for your devine performance, I hope to dance with you again one day."

Lynna inclines her head with a smile. "Perhaps some time later, then, my Lord."

Sydnia folds her hands neatly and smiles that same practiced perfect smile that Catelynn wears. "Ah, I am in a similar position, with two older brothers who have far different interests than my own. Kayl I rarely see at this point, and Fuller almost never, so swept up are they into their business. I do welcome a friend, though."

Chantal smiles at Ashlynn. "Oh, I don't think that would be the case at all, Aes Sedai." She leans forward...

Nobreon sees Lynna off the dance floor before releasing her other hand. "Thank you again Lynna. I enjoyed myself."

Chantal mutters to Ashlynn, "... Sedai,... my... farther... be welcome.... the younger... are."

Nata continues to mix in a casual way, her glance noting a shoulder raised here, the narrowing of an eye there, the overly polite smile of another as she reads the subtle nonverbal communication of those present which is sometimes more telling than the words they exchange.

Morden sits quietly in his dark little corner the faint glow of the tabac as he takes a drag on it being about the only thing which might draw any sort of attention to him. He watches quietly eyes seeming to stray towards Adelina perhaps a little more than they should but they always seem to end up somewhere else after a moment or 2. He occassionally writes something down into his notebook.

Lynna nods again. "As did I, my Lord."

Nobreon inclines his head once more. "Please excuse me, others require my attention."

Lynna nods politely. "Of course, my Lord. Peace favor you."

Nobreon disappears once more into the crowd. He stops here and there to shake a hand and offer a word to a lordling.

Ashlynn appears to quirk a brow at Chantal's words. She mutters to Chantal, "... consider that Lady Rhinorth."

Lynna, by herself again, glances about slowly to see what had changed while she was on the dance floor.

Chantal smiles to Ashlynn and goes back to her drink for the moment, taking a small sip and allowing her eyes to flick over the room.

Seeing the parting of her cousin and his recent dance partner, Catelynn inclines her head towards Lynna, with only a brief flick of gaze towards Nobreon. Her manner is one of welcome; there's still a seat unoccupied nearby.

Gould follows along at his Ward's side, he may not be having a wonderous time...but he's still polite and attentive.

Lynna's eyes finally notice Catelynn's gesture, and she nods, before approaching, and sitting down quietly, smiling gratefully.

Catelynn raises a graceful hand to motion silently at a nearby servant bearing drink. To Lynna, she suggests "A drink? Surely you must need something to ease the dryness of your throat after dancing."

Lynna nods to Catelynn. "Please - a drink right now would be most refreshing."

Lynna nods to the servant politely as she takes the glass. She raises the glass briefly to Catelynn before taking a sip.

Nobreon appears from the crowd close to Morden. Quietly he greets him. "Master Morden."

Nata casually moves over toward some of the chairs and lowers herself to perch there, her back precicely aligned with the back of the seat. She addresses Sydnia. "How go things in your home city? Has been a while since hearing much new from there." She speaks politely.

Chantal frowns slightly. Her hand reaches down to her pocket. She opens what she finds there. and gives Morden a startled glance, which turns into a wry smile. She returns the note to her pocket.

Nobreon appears from the crowd close to Morden. Quietly he greets him. "Master Morden."

Morden glances up from what might appear to be his sketching. He nods respectfully to Lord Nobreon. "I see they ladies have tired you out?"

Nobreon shrugs slightly, noncommital. His voice is still quiet. "May I join you?"

Catelynn's eyes miss nothing; in flitting about the room, she notices Nobreon's new conversation partner. Keeping any reaction from her features, she turns to Lynna "Now, what were we speaking of before my cousin, swept you off to a dance?"

Morden nods as he tkes a long drag on his tabac and motions to a seat with his cane. "Feel free."

Nobreon takes a seat close to Morden and begins to speak to him quietly. He mutters to Morden, "... find..."

Chantal watches Catelynn's features closely, however, over the rim of her wineglass.

Lynna tilts her head thoughtfully - though she seems to be trying to keep track of goings-on, it's clear that she's hardly used to watching all angles. "If I recall correctly, we were speaking of distance to our homelands."

Yurinar opens the door from the main room and comes into the library.

Morden looks to Nobreon a faint smile appearing for a moment. "And why is that?" Morden obviously does not yet feel the need to be as quiet as Nobreon is. He exhales a long stream of smoke out his nose.

Sydnia sips her own glass of wine delicately, looking at the other two girls quietly. She smiles to herself, then glances about the room, her eyes seeing all.

Nobreon continues in his low voice. He mutters to Morden, "Just... you... another encounter... Cassandra..."

"Ahh yes," agrees Catelynn's murmured tones. "How long were you travelling before you reached this illustrious city?"

Morden smirks and decides it is indeed time to lower his voice. He simply nods to Nob for starters.

Lynna's eyes move to the entrance. spotting Yurinar, she quietly rises and curtsies to him before retaking her seat and taking another sip of her drink. She turns back to Catelynn. "For only a few weeks. I came directly here from Fal Dara; I spent no time heading elsewhere."

The doorway to the library is eclipsed momentarily as a towering Warder steps into the room. The shifting colors of his cloak disguise the man's frame while a haze of sweet scented pipesmoke clouds his face for a moment. Blue eyes wander across the faces of those present before they settle upon the statuesque green sister. He winks boyishly at her despite his elder years.

Nobreon grins slightly, perhaps amused. He mutters to Morden, "... say?"

Gould takes aposition beside Nata as she sits...peering right over her out into the crowd.

Nata glances up as the door opens and smiles faintly, a twinkle coming to her eyes as Yuri relents and decides to come after all with Ashlynn. She discretely does not comment and awaits a response from Sydnia.

Yurinar catches Nata's amused glance and grumbles somethin about silly suits before joining his Ward.

Ashlynn stands by the wall, near Sereno, poised in casual conversation with him (if he's still around)

Sydnia looks at Nata with a polite smile. "I have not heard much from home, Aes Sedai. Simply a few short letters from friends carrying a bit of gossip and nothing more."

"The news from home," Chantal says, "is rather gruesome, and not best discussed on a lovely evening such as this."

Nobreon nods. He mutters to Morden, "... what did you say?"

At Lynna's motion of respect, Catelynn's glance instinctively moves towards the door, following the familiar newcomer's passage with interest.

Morden looks to Chantal for a moment and quirks a brow. Nothing wrong with a little noble slaughtering. Good for the soul. :)

Morden looks back to Lord Nobreon now

Sereno makes his way over as Yurinar arrives, bowing respectfully tot he Gaidin...

One of the numerous Guards in the room approaches Yurinar. "Excuse me sir, no weapons are allowed."

Yurinar stands at Ashlynn's shoulder, nursing the ever-familiar pipe. He nods to Sereno, "G'deve to ye lad."

Sereno eyes the guard who speaks to the Gaidin, then looks to Yuri...

Ashlynn inclines her head faintly to Yurinar, her eyes moving to the guard which attempts to stop her hulking Gaidin. Carefully does she look him over, a bit of amusement touching her lips as she does so, and.... appreciation?

The elder Warder cocks a brow at the the Guard and remains quiet before expelling a tendril of pipesmoke which trickles to the ceiling. He ignores the guard to cast a questioning glance at his Ward, "No doubt he's goin t'ask me fer one of m'hands next."

Lynna watches the guard and Yurinar closely for a couple moments, before turning back to Catelynn quietly.

The guard waits patiently while facing Yurinar, no hint of fear touches him. No reason for fear to touch the guy. Rules are rules afterall.

Ashlynn leans in closely to Yurinar, murmuring in a soft voice, She mutters to Yurinar, "... not going... was... requirement... lady holding the... you give... your weapons... should someone attack... make certain... gets... rules..."

Catelynn takes a deep breath to let it out in a sigh. Neatly plucking a fruit from a proffered platter, she daintily drops it into her mouth, chewing silently for a moment or two before swallowing and resuming her conversation. "Oh? I hope your travels were pleasant. Riding for so long must get tedious after a while."

Lynna smiles faintly. "They were pleasant enough. There were enough stops along the way to keep things at least somewhat interesting."

"Tell me," the girl continues, "what is the land to the north like? I've never travelled there myself."

Sereno casually moves so as to stand slightly behind Yurinar, making sure no one gets at the man's back as he and his Ward handle the matter... confident that the Gaidin can handle anything else that comes at him....

Yurinar grunt softly, "Ye know m'mind on this Ashlynn, but so be it.." he unfastens the heavy weapon at his belt and surrenders it to the guard, "Here ye are lad. Bes take care of it less yer wishin fer yer arms t'decorate one side of this room 'nd yer 'ntrails th'ther." He adds a wry smile to the comment, a smile that never seems to touch his eyes.

Lynna hmms softly as she sips at her drink. "There's much to say... Certainly, the land itself is much less forgiving - much colder, more rugged." She pauses thoughtfully.

The guard carefully takes the belt and weapon. He proffers a token for Yurinar. "To claim your weapon when you are ready."

Lyren rubs his eyes and shakes his head, being ushered back into the party by his sister. Pushy girl, that one is.

Sereno frowns, obviously none to pleased at seeing the Gaidin give up his blade.

Ashlynn gives a gently pat of Yurinar's arm in a comforting manner, "I know love, I know." A brow raises at the Guard, "Be sure that it's still there when we come to retrieve it." There is a hint of steel within her voice as she speaks that, as if she is not one to be crossed.

Sydnia notes Lyren again and smiles at him warmly from across the room. She touches her curls, settling them perfectly as she delicately tastes her wine.

Nata nods toward Sydnia and coolly directs her gaze toward the woman who appends the statement to Sydnia's question. She seems to evaluate the tone and intent of the words and tuck her thoughts away behind a social smile. "What a shame that such a broad statement also eliminates such gems which lighten hearts such as a successful match or resurgence of business, someone who may have achieved a goal. Surely not all news is of a nature to cast a pall over such an illustrious gathering. She murmurs to Gould, and seeming to not notice if the woman who declined to think of the more pleasant possibilities might be where she could hear. No reprimand is in her manner and nothing in her intonation offers any type of slight or offense, only a hint or regret that matters are so bad that nothing of a positive nature may be spoken.

Catelynn smiles appreciatively, declining yet another tray. "I'd heard it was beautiful in a simpler sort of way. And that the winters are much harsher than other lands."

The guard has already turned to leave the room. He can be heard muttering under his breath how he's not paid enough to deal with nobles, much less these /people/.

Lynna smiles and nods. "You heard correctly, then, my Lady. The land is dangerous, true, but beautiful to anyone who makes the effort ot see it."

Gould blinks at first when Nata speaks, and then nods as he gets her meaning.

Sereno erases his frown as the guard departs, then turns back to Ashlynn and Yurinar, inclining his head as he excuses himself...

Sydnia looks to Nata and smiles seriously. "Aes Sedai, my mother was just commenting on how pleasant and peaceful Tar Valon is these days in comparison to Cairhien. We do have good news from home, pleasant tidbits of gossip and the like."

Morden taps the ash on the end of his tabac off into the mug next to him and lifts the roll back to his lips. A soft amber glow flickers and then is gone after a mometn as he takes a short drag and nods to Nobreon. "Probably wise."

Yurinar accepts the coin then chances a sidelong glance at his Ward. He snorts derisively, softly, "That yellow suit made me look like th'fool son of a Gleeman 'nd Tuath'an pair." He notes Gould's nod and returns it. The blue eyes wander the room further to find his Ward. He nods respectfully to the remaining Aes Sedai."

Nobreon smiles and nods as well. "Perhaps you can see that it doesn't happen?"

Lyren surveys the room.. a touch of unease stating how eager he is to return to the rest of the party. Straightening his jacket out, the young lordling steps back into the throng of people.

Morden says "If you are confident you can find another way to solve your problem then surely I can." Nobreon says "I am."

Morden says "alright, I'll see to it."

Morden smirks and nods to Lord Nobreon. "I'll think something convenient up for her."

Sereno makes his way over to Lynna, silently resuming the place by her side he held earlier in the eve. Nobreon grins. "Good, good."

Sydnia rises from her seat. "If you will excuse me, Aes Sedai," she says to Nata with a pretty smile and glides airly over to Lyren.

Nata nods as she gains understanding and lifts her goblet to her lips again. "Good. Have you discovered the sliding hill yet? That can be quite amusing at times."

Inclining her head at the confirmation, Catelynn merely accepts it with another study of the room. "That would be an interesting subject to bring out in a painting," she murmurs half to herself. She has not missed the re-entrance of the uneasy lordling, boldly offering a smile of encouragement before saying more loudly "Perhaps, I might be able to convince my parents into a trip there some day."

Nobreon smiles. "If you'll excuse me."

Morden nods and looks back to his notebook "Enjoy your evening Lord Nobreon.

Nobreon rises from his seat and nods politely to those he knows. He then starts towards the door to make an exit.

Ashlynn appears to shoot Sereno a slightly amused glance, a secretive smile lingering upon her features as he moves away, as if something exchanged quietly between the two. Her attention is then turned solely on Yurinar, studying the contrite, safe outfit he had chosen to wear, "I suppose that's all that will ever suit you, but I did lay out the other one, the black with the gold trim for you as well."

Lynna glances briefly to Sereno and nods to him with a faint smile as he returns, before turning back to Catelynn, nodding again. "It is not much farther from Cairhien to Shienar than it is from here. Though if you aren't comfortable with cold, I'd suggest doing so during a warmer season."

"Sliding hill?" Chantal asks, one well-sculpted eyebrow lifting in inquiry.

Lyren, soundly intercepted by Sydnia, offers the noblewoman another bow. "I hope my brief departure did not upset you, my lady."

Sydnia moves to speak to Lyren, one hand delicately holding a half full wine glass, the other resting on her wide skirts. She smiles sweetly at him and shakes her head. She mutters to Lyren, "... but I am... concerned... look... wrong. Is... anything... can..."

Nobreon opens the door and goes into the main room.

Sereno glances at Lynna, "Some wine novice...?" then turns to Catelynn, "...My lady?"

Lyren shakes his head, glancing menaingfully back at Nata Sedai. He mutters to Sydnia, "... trouble... with,... Sydnia. I... not..."

Lynna smiles faintly to Sereno, and raises the glass in her hand. "I'm taken care of already, but thank you."

Catelynn considers her now warm half-filled glass for a moment or two before nodding acceptance of at least a fresh glass. Her gratitude makes it to her smile, even as she gives up the old glass.

Nata nods. "Yes, some interprising merchants who deal primarily with fresh produce have shops on a sidestreet leading down to the river. They 'ice' it and for a fee which they all split, will permit people to slide down on waxed pieces of wood, sand at the bottom stoping the slide. there is even a cart at the bottom to give a ride around the block and back up to the top to keep it fun. I learned of it when told by someone who decided to try it without the board and managed to lose a goodly bit of hide on the way down, needed healing.

Though not one for the sublteties of social discourse, Yurinar can't help to note the secretive gaze passing between his Ward and Sereno. He chuckles warmly and shakes his head at Ashlynn before answering, "Well, no doubt tis fer th'best that ah have this on, 'specially since ah've no m'axe now.

Chantal laughs merrily at Nata's discourse. "Oh my. If I weren't too old for such things I'd go try it."

Sydnia smiles sweetly at Lyren, shaking her head in protest. She mutters to Lyren, "Oh,... lord, nothing of... The... is speaking... you... perhaps like... ease your..." A gentle hand reaches up to catch the young man's sleeve lightly.

Sereno takes the glass Catelynn surrenders and makes his way across the room to where trays of fresher wine have been set. Retrieving two glasses, he returns, holding one out to te lady...

Ashlynn chuckles slightly at Yurinar's words, carefully steering him toward Chantal and the others surrounding her, "Lady Rhinorth" She speaks softly, "Might I present my Gaidin..." A faint pause, "And husband, Yurinar Fotellis"

Chantal rises, briefly, to extend a hand. "An honor it is to make your aquaintance, Yurinar Gaidin."

Catelynn nods to Sereno's offer of fresh wine, nods to Ashlynn's introduction, then nods again for the sheer novelty of the gesture.

Yurinar absently toys with the bowl of his pipe as he nods respectfully to the Lady of House Rhinorth. He cocks a brow at her extended hand, but takes it nonetheless..swallowing it with his own massive hand. He chuckles at the woman before him, "Ahm honored m'self, though tis no th'first time we've met..or do ye no 'member me callin ye Lass?"

Sereno raises his glass to Catelynn, "To Cairhien... may I some day be blessed enough to experience her unique pleasures once more...."

Nata says "to old? Was a grandfather taking his grand children for an outing who I treated. It seems popular enough to cross age and class lines for seasonal amusement if what I was told is to be believed."

Lynna smiles faintly, remaining quiet as Ashlynn introduces her Warder to the others.

Lyren appears to consider the suggestion a very welcome one. Offering his arm to Sydnia with a slightly less uneasy look on his face, he bows his head. "It would be a pleasure, my lady."

Chantal laughs merrily. "Oh yes, I /do/ remember now."

Catelynn accepts the wineglass of course, pausing to see if anything more comes out of introductions.

Ashlynn quirks a brow at the interaction of the noblewoman and her Gaidin, a questioning glance headed in Yurinar's direction.

Yurinar takes note of his Ward's inquisitive manner and replies to her silent question, "Well ye should 'member Ashlynn, ye were there t'ntroduce us that first time."

Chantal chuckles. "Well, it was a very long time ago, and, after all, I am very likely hardly memorable at all."

Sydnia takes Lyren's arm delicately, smiling up into his handsome face. She sets the wine glass on the tray of a passing waiter and shakes out her skirts. "Do lead, my lord," she says with a sweet smile.

Catelynn raises her glass to Sereno's toast, taking a careful sip before inquiring "You were in Cairhien?" His earlier slight, though duly recorded is painstakingly set aside for the moment.

Sereno shrugs and offers a easy smile, "Some time I spent there yes... "

Lyren, reluctant to lead, but not given much choice, walks with Sydnia for a bit, not with any true goal in mind. He mutters to Sydnia, "... has... on my... I..." For some reason, he seems a little reluctant to look at her..

"In what capacity, sir..." The name she leaves blank, having forgotten it from earlier introductions. "I've lived all my life there."

Yurinar laughs softly at the high seat of House Rhinorth, sweet smelling smoke escaping his mouth, "on th'contrary Lady Rhinorth, tis more of a pleasure than ah can say t'see someone who ages 'round th'tower 'side from m'self. Though if ah may say so, ye age quite a bit better than m'self.

Chantal chuckles. "Oh dear me, Ashlynn Sedai," she says, a twinkle in her eye. "If you hadn't all ready claimed Yurinar Gaidin here, I might have had to make a go for him myself. He's quite the charmer, isn't he? Might I congradulate you on your taste?" She smiles, congenially, showing she means no harm by what could be construed as mild flirtation.

Sydnia pauses off to the side with Lyren and looks up at him, concern shining in her bright saphire eyes. She mutters to Lyren, "I... choose to... lord,..." She smiles hopefully up at him, a gentle sweet smile.

Lynna smiles very faintly at the exchange between Yurinar, Chantal, and Ashlynn, before looking away, her attenion back to Catelynn and Sereno, quiet.

Yurinar turns to his Ward to look at her expectantly. He grins around the bit of his pipe as if enjoying the moment, however fleeting.

A brow lifts ever so slightly at the banter about the room. Ashlynn offers a charming, amused smile to Chantal, her eyes very unreadable at the moment. Carefully she speaks, "If you two will excuse me, I am going to freshen my drink a bit." She moves over to where they are serving the drinks, extracting herself from her Gaidin and the House Head.

Sereno says "Truly? Then the Light does indeed illuminate your path to have blessed you with such fine land in which to be reared...."

Sereno takes a sip from his own glass of wine...

Morden glances up from his notebook for a moment. He takes the tabac out of his mouth and taps the ash off, his eyes on Yurinar now. Yes, he is rather large. He That could definately be appealing to a woman.

Lyren pauses as well, finally turning so he can watch the lady(Sydnia) at his side. He is not unnapreciative of what he sees, yet his face bears the tell tale signs of preoccupation. He mutters to Sydnia, "My... wish... know why... led my sister... sharing... of..."

Chantal smiles at Yurinar Gaidin, and then the room at large. She moves over to Sydnia.

Chantal mutters to Sydnia, "... is... her beauty sleep, but you may stay... as... Just... run... without... all right,..."

Catelynn nods in both agreement and approval of the pretty words Sereno is uttering. "Thank you," she responds uncertainly, not quite sure how to respond to that. "What brings you to this fair city?" This question is asked of both Lynna and Sereno.

Yurinar :'s attention returns to Chantal, but his lopsisded grin seems somewhat muted, He mutters to Chantal, "Yer... sisters... eye... fer... but... a... their... women. If you'll..." He turns from the Lady of House Rhinorth to follow his Ward across the room

Lynna smiles faintly to Catelynn. "Training, for me. I came here in the hopes that I could learn to someday become Aes Sedai."

Lyren bows respectfully for Chantal, his troubled expression washing away momentarily with his smile.

Sereno chuckles, "One too many of these...." He holds up his glass of wine and takes another sip, licking his lips in appreciation of its quality...

Sydnia looks rather surprised. She shakes her head, her red-gold curls bouncing gently. She mutters to Lyren, "... lord,... to... such... then... communication... I... fully aware... accusation... untrue. I... difficulties..." She looks up at Lyren appolgetically, then nods to her mother as she passes.

Ashlynn quietly busines herself with the various glasses upon the table, as if taking her time in selecting just the right drink.

Chantal smiles back to Lyren. "Do make sure my Sydnia stays out of trouble, please, Lord Lyren." She turns to the rest of the room. "I have had a wonderful evening...thanks to you all. I fear I must retire."

Lynna chuckles softly to Sereno and shakes her head.

Morden glances up for a moment to watch Chantal go.

Yurinar clears his throat upon reaching Ashlynn, He mutters to Ashlynn, "I was... I... ye do..."

Training. All too familiar a word for Catelynn, but she pauses to bid Chantal a good evening, before replying "I see." to Lynna.

Lynna inclines her head politely to Chantal. "Good eve, my Lady. Peace favor you."

Ashlynn sounds clipped? when she speaks to Yurinar, She mutters to Yurinar, "I... just that..."

Yurinar blows a stern jet of smoke from his mouth in an irritated fashion before continuing his muted conversation with Ashlynn

Lyren nods his head to Chantal, with a wry grin. "I will be sure of that, Lady Chantal, though I am not so sure one man alone can handle that." As she leaves, he returns his attention to Sydnia, weighing her words. "There... is no need to apologize, my lady. Words are easily misunderstood, it seems."

Yurinar mutters to Ashlynn, "... have known if... 'ther than... woman... more... 'nd looks... me.""

Sereno takes note of the shift in Ashlynn Sedai's mood, quietly chuckling to himself...

Ashlynn appears to smirk at her Gaidin's words, She mutters to Yurinar, "If that... say,... arguing... words,... your 'mother'... to..." Not all jealousy stems from the Gaidin's actions toward the others....

Sydnia takes a short step closer to Lyren and rests her hand softly on his sleeve. She smiles shyly at him, sighing softly. She mutters to Lyren, "... I... regret... have... Can... such..." She smiles up at him hopefully.

Yurinar chuckles softly at his Ward's words before saying, He mutters to Ashlynn, "... no... me... of a..."

Lynna shakes her head slightly to Sereno, replying softly.

Ashlynn merely shrugs her shoulders at Yurinar's words, somehow not 'seeming' comforted.

Sereno raises a brow at Lynna.

Lynna nods slowly in agreement.

Lyren's reply is almost automatic, as though he were weary of playingwith words. Nodding his head once, he offers a smile to Sydnia, reaching over to clasp her hand. He mutters to Sydnia, "My lady,... there is nothing... forgive... to forgive me of... who... be..."

Ashlynn leans in closer to her Gaidin, She mutters to Yurinar, "... getting... here?... am... of some... Nobles... crowd..."

Nata speaks quietly toward Gould and glances toward the door.

Yurinar only nods acceptingly at Ashlynn

Lynna blinks at Sereno, and shrugs slightly as she replies.

Sydnia smiles happily as he takes her hand. Her saphire eyes sparkle brightly at him. She mutters to Lyren, "... And there... to apologise for. It is... use... such... language that often... to... and... that... your... and do not... any..."

Nata glances over toward the novice who remains and rises to speak to Ashlynn a moment.

Lynna shakes her head slowly.

Nata mutters to Ashlynn, "... Lynna... you... tower when... leave,... would... came... but..."

Sereno speaks quietly with the novice, though his expression might convey a disdain for the subject matter...

Ashlynn turns her eyes to Nata, "Actually we were about to leave ourselves." Her eyes float to Lynna, as if deciding the girls future fate within the library.

Lyren chuckles, and shakes his head slightly. He mutters to Sydnia, "Very... beautiful a... be... you... of... I too,... company..... count myself... not... me... fear I would... lost..."

Lynna glances up when she realizes that she's the likely topic of the conversation between the two Aes Sedai, falling quiet.

Catelynn rouses herself from her inadvertant reverie, glancing about as if surprised to find herself out of conversation and perhaps companionship. Not an unusual situation for her, she merely gives the slightest lift of her shoulder and studies the telescope again.

Nata nods to Ashlynn. She considers the novice a moment. "If we both are leaving, then she will need to accompany us back. Not much way around it."

Ashlynn inclines her head slightly, her eyes still watching Lynna, "We are returning to the Tower" She speaks, as if that's all that's needed for the girl to comprehend meaning.

Sereno looks towards the Aes Sedai, brows raises inquisitively....

From Aes Sedai to tall Novice (presumably) by her side, Catelynn steers her gaze. "You have to leave?" comes the question from pursed lips, including Sereno in the address.

Lynna nods once to Ashlynn and rises, setting her long-since-emptied glass aside. "Of course, Aes Sedai."

Sydnia smiles sweetly at Lyren, looking up at him as he stands close to her. She mutters to Lyren, "... know... never move against... your... so that... might..."

Sereno sighs, realizing that he too is being drawn into this mass departure....

Morden gets up and smothers out the last remaing bit of his rolled tabac. He picks up his notebook and tucks it into his coat pocket, leaving without a word.

Morden opens the door and goes into the main room.

Lynna nods to Catelynn, smiling faintly. "I believe so. I enjoyed our conversation, my Lady."

"As did I," Catelynn says, offering yet another careful smile, though the sincerity of it is more evident in her voice. "Perhaps we might do so again. I shall be in Tar Valon for some time yet."

Lynna smiles a touch wider. "Possible, but I cannot guarantee so. Still, I hope to see you again. May Peace favor you."

Lyren smiles wryly, bowing his head to another of the lady's comments. He mutters to Sydnia, "One... never have... welcome... wish... spend... leads... will... the..."

Sereno inclines his head, "A pleasure, my lady, perhaps we might sit and speak of Cairhien at length... it has been... some time since I traveled within its borders..."

Nata smiles pleasantly to the remaining various persons present. She speaks in a cultured mellow tone. "Thank you for the kind invitation to your gathering. Meeting you all was interesting. I hope those of you who are ot making homes here will have a pleasant visit and enjoy your stay.

Catelynn smiles to Sereno as well, "That would be most welcome, sir. I would like to hear of your tales of my country."

Lynna quietly turns to stand beside the two Aes Sedai.

Catelynn rises then, to execute a perfect curtsy, "Thank you for your companionship and intriguing conversation."

Sereno walks across the room, joining the women of the Tower...

Sydnia smiles happily, her bright blue eyes sparking and framed by her dark lashes. As she looks up at the man standing in such close proximity to her, her red-gold curls fall around her face and set off her smile. She mutters to Lyren, "I... that we may... long happy hours... enjoy... dancing or..." Her cheeks blush faintly.

Nata settles her cloak about her shoulders and heads out the dor.

Nata opens the door and goes into the main room.

Gould follows his Ward.

Gould opens the door and goes into the main room.

Lynna curtsies as well on her way out, smiling faintly, and retrieving her cloak before following the Sisters and warders out.

Lynna opens the door and goes into the main room.

Catelynn remains where she stands, seemingly unwilling to depart the room, despite the apparent dissipation of the festivities. To be sure, some servants are already clearing things unobtrusively in one corner of the room. And yet she sits, finding her hands a fascination