Scene: At the wedding of the guildmistress of the merchant's guild in Will's Tavern many people were present. Not only the guildmembers and the servants plus the musicians and of course friends of the couple, the White Tower too was represented. As the Keeper of the Chronicles lead the ceremony even novices were allowed to go in order to study local customs, carefully guided by accepted. When the party and thus the dancing started more guests arrived including Aes Sedai who gave the novices permission to dance while watching over them like hawks.

Starting Time: 17:30, day 26, month 11, 995

Personages:
Marla Shandal- guildmistress of the merchant's guild of Tar Valon, the bride.
Alven- silversmith, guildmember of the merchant's guild, the groom.
Nimma Bedrein- professional dancer, maid of honour.
Thanos Lanere- Master of the "Guardian Swords, bride's protector.
Micana Vecayle- Keeper of the Chronicles, Green, ceremony leader.
Analee Caalban- Aes Sedai of the Blue Ajah.
Megwyn Mahieran- Aes Sedai of the Green Ajah.
Elise Daendrel- Accepted of the White Tower.
Maeve Ygraine di'Zhiaara-Cathal- Accepted of the White Tower.
Trelaine Demaran- Accepted of the White Tower.
Ellorin- Novice of the White Tower.
Isobol Cresthaven- Novice of the White Tower.
Jelanna- Novice of the White Tower.
Kristalisa Al'Nascarat- Novice of the White Tower.
Melli Gelhien- Novice of the White Tower.
Arwen Alezian- Warder Trainee of the White Tower.
Cassandra Jade- apprehentice of Thanos.
Cori Baiyar- barmaid of Will's Tavern, good friend of Marla.
Cymbran Jirani- Breweress, proprietor of Dunmurgan's Ale and Spirits.
Hudson- Gleeman, member of the entertainer's guild.
Malerin Erinalde- Showman Extraordinary
Quim of Caemlyn- Scholar, guildmember of the merchant's guild.
Rathmoor Valtanes- Musican
Ruhr- Clothes' merchant, guildmember of the merchant's guild.
Sadr al'Din- Thief/Broker?
Severan Kaiz of House Tanashiar- Guildmaster of the TV's entertainer's guild.
Thrain (Calagon) Dineer- Cold Hearted Soldier
Descriptions of the Bride and Groom as for the Maid of Honour and the Keeper

Marla
A beautifull young girl looks at you with ravenblack eyes which wander constantly through the place, taking everything in with an eagerness and contemplating unusual for one this young. Despite her age you can see she will be one of the world's greatest beauties soon, and the sunny copperly skin marking her as Domani is not enough as explanation.Her beauty and stylefullelegance are even enhanced by her dark hair which is now interlaced with thin golden lacelike strings in an intricated princesscrown at the height of her temples and from which the rest tumbles down over shoulders and graccious back in thick waves, reaching her waist, so classical for a Domani are not enough for that as an explanation. Maybe it's the sly smile playing around her lips which shows strong determination? The radiance of joy which jumps out of her eyes and which marks most of her expression?
The dream of beauty she represents is also shown in her dress. Light blueish wide sleeves which' laced ends fall over her wrists are bound to eachother by the triangle of barely opaque silk which more or less hides the full flessh of her breasts and seems to burst by the swell. Just at the edge of danger, where nothing could have stayed hidden by this cloth the silk gently flows over by a line of golden threads embroided in minisule flowers in nightsky blue linen with a purple tint in it. The clothes now fall in wide folds down till beneath her waist where they are gathered by the wide belt of beaten gold, interlaced with small glowing deepred rubies. Resting on her hips the belt is pulled down by his own weight in a wide curve, hiding her figure completely yet the hint of a lush body seems to radiate around her. Leaving the golden restingplace behind the skirt follows the exact form of slender long legs, showing every curve and dipple in it when it isn't swirled up wide by a sudden movement of the lass till it reaches the top of her feet which are hide for the most part by her anklehigh shiny blackleather shoes with golden buckles in the form of tiny birds.

Alven
He is tall (for a native of Tear) and slender with almost black hair, dark eyes and pale skin. His muscular shoulders and arms seem out of proportion with his otherwise lanky frame, and his hands are covered with mostly-healed burn marks; some old, some new. Though his brooding demeanor and unpredictable moods tend to put some people off, his rare laughter is always engaging and sincere. Alven is given to wearing grey or brown clothes of an ordinary and unbecoming cut, but quite often has a tiny emblem embroidered on cloak or tunic in silver thread, a mark of his profession.
Alven's current attire, though, seems very much out of character. His clothes are loose-fitting and of sunset colors, dark oranges, reds, and blues. Even stranger, he's wearing a hat in the Tearan style but with shiny brown leather boots definately of Arad Doman manufacture. Those who know Alven well may notice that he seems a little more at peace with himself than he has for quite some time.

Nimma
She is wearing a brilliant blue bodice snugged tightly around her small waist. The creamy soft shirt underneath barely shines thru where the low cut neckline embraces her figure. The full skirt flows down the length of her legs, brushing against the ground as she walks, accentuating her graceful walk. The flowers in her hair are made of the finest silk, creating almost a crown around her head, surrounding the intricate braids that leave her face fully exposed, with a few curly locks hanging down her back in the neck.

Micana
Micana Vicayle stands average height at about 5'4" and is slender. Vivid red curly hair shimmers with golden highlights and tumbles around her shoulders. Slanted green eyes with thich lashes give her an exotic look. Her conplexion is pale and smooth, a hint of pink in her cheeks. A bow shaped mouth curves slightly giving the faint illusion of a smile even when one is not present. Dimples pop out when she truely smiles. If Micana's nose, lightly dusted with freckles, was a fraction bigger it would be be of the overly-large typical Saldaen size. Her waist seems to small for the rounded curves of her figure. Her hands are expressive and fingers are long and slim. Her movements are deft and efficient with an inate grace. Micana speaks in a melodic tone that is almost without an accent. At times it is louder than conversational level usually used in the manner of the hard of hearing.
On the left ring finger is a thick gold band in the shape of a serpant biting its own tail.
White material is woven with shimmering stripes of green, blue, pink, and yellow which start off narrow at the shoulders and gradually widen until merge to form vertical stripes from knee to hem. Though the weave is the key feature of the dress, loose flowing sleeves, a square neckline, and superb cut show the touch of a master seamstress. Tiny buttons march up the back from hips to neckline. Ribbons in the same colors as the vertical stripes secure heavier tresses of hair out of Micana's way and form a pouch drawstring. A long warm woolen cloak in a green that accentuates the color of Micana's eyes and makes her hair seem to glow covers her from shoulders to knees, a fashionable length. .An attached hood to protect the head adds to the cloaks warmth.

Nimma smooths her own dress as best she can and steps in front of you all, opening the door to step inside

Marla swallows and then nods to Nimma, "Let's go." she says and suddenly her nervousness which has been going on all day is gone

Thanos opens the doors to Will's Tavern, and goes into it.

Nimma opens the doors to Will's Tavern, and goes into it.

Marla opens the double-doors to Will's Tavern, and goes in it.

[Setting: Will's Tavern: SouthHarbor Road, Tar Valon
Contents: Marla, Nimma, Thanos, Alven, Micana, Cori, Elise, Ellorin, Malerin, Ruhr, Severan, Trelaine.]

Stepping in through the door, standing still to let the background of darkness which lingers outside emphase the golden light of the lamps which make the tavern glow with light as do the colourfull flowers in the same colours at the walls. Golden flowers in her hands, hold in front of her breasts, shine but not nearly as much as her golden threads and jewellry on her blue dress which do not equal the radiance of her sparkling eyes which look proudly over the assembled party till they fall on Alven's figure and after flashing him a shy smile she looks up at the face of THanos, the man who will give her away. Slowly the couple moves behind Nimma to let the people take a good view of the artistwork which is called the bride.

Ruhr glides out of the way and move to were Severan is standing

Micana strides into the assembly area withoug looking around at anyone for a moment. She moves to stand at the head of the grouping and silently studies the crowd, her green eyes moving from person to person, lingering and growing cold toward those who disrespectfully chatter and whisper at this somber occasion.

Nimma strides slowly, knowing that behind her Thanos and Marlas follow on this very special day

Ellorin shrinks back from the Keeper's stern gaze, moving closer to Trelaine.

Alven can't take his eyes from Marla as she is, indeed, a work of art. The nervousness he was feeling seems to melt away for as far as he's concerned there are only the two of them in the room.

Kristalisa opens the doors to Will's Tavern, and comes in from the street.

Thanos gives Marlas hand a reassuring pat as they walk behind Nimma

Kristalisa enters quietly and sits down.

Cassandra lowers her voice and continues her conversation quietly.

Malerin smiles to Cassandra at his table.

Micana motions with her eyes from Trelaine to Kristalisa as if cautioning her to keep the novices in a group and monitor them.

Trelaine nods to Elise. "Yes, let's find one, and quickly." She bows her head in a nod to Micana, and frowns at Krista, which soon turns into a smile.

A tall and very handsome man moves through the crowd to stand beside Alven. Alven leans close to him, whispering something, at which point the stranger takes something from his cloak and shows it to Alven with a quick "yes, of course I have it.". He keeps his hand around it though, shielding it from everyone except Alven.

Marla keeps her dark gaze at Alven and her eyes sparkle as she moves in that daring sensual sway of hers yet with a deeper dimension as if showing this is the final part of her. Swaying her head so that the deepblack locks shine in the light she inclines her head gracefully to the people, occasionally smiling on recognising a friendly face and then she follows Nimma till they reach the arch where Micana stands, close to Alven.

Trelaine sits down at Fireside Chairs.

Corianna grins broadly at Marla, approval shining in her eyes.

Ruhr watches silently, obviously pleased to be invited to such a happy day for the couple.

Melli opens the doors to Will's Tavern, and comes in from the street.

Analee opens the doors to Will's Tavern, and comes in from the street.

Trelaine stands and leaves Fireside Chairs.

Nimma steps into her place to the left , turning to admire the bride and Thanos as they walk up to the arch

Kristalisa stands and leaves Fireside Chairs.

Trelaine glances to the door and motions Melli over to the Fireside table.

Trelaine sits down at Fireside Table.

Kristalisa sits down at Fireside Table.

Alven holds Marla's gaze, his own dark eyes flashing with emotion as she moves closer. His look betrays his feeling for once, showing happiness and pride and perhaps a little disbelief that this is actually going to happen.

Severan smiles as his eyes follow the bride and groom down the aisle. His gaze shifts to the door for a moment as some of his fellow performers enter the tavern, a few bearing instruments. He grins, waving them over towards him and motioning them to be silent.

Analee sits down at Fireside Chairs.

Ellorin sits down at Fireside Table.

Elise sits down at Fireside Table.

Thanos smiles reassuringly down at Marla as they reach the arch

Analee stands and leaves Fireside Chairs. Analee sits down at Fireside Table.

Elise smiles at everyone at her table, excited by the crowd and the occassion.

Melli, arriving late with a few Brown sisters, catches Trelaine's wave, and moves immeditaely to join her, ever the obedient novice.

Melli sits down at Fireside Table.

Ellorin leans forward, resting her elbows on the table and watching the ceremony with wide eyes.

Cassandra occasionally glances at the ceremony.

As quiet begins to settle over the crowd, Micana speaks. "Before us stands Guildmaster Marla profess her desire to take the silversmith Alven as husband as well In turn, it is his desire to offer his heart to her. Let them step forth before us upon this occasion, that the vows they would say from the depths of their spirits may be heard by all."

Isobol opens the doors to Will's Tavern, and comes in from the street.

Marla bites her lips, ivory white teeth visuable for a moment as she glances at the Keeper of the Chronicles to whom she inclines her head in greetings before swinging her gaze at Thanos and smiling she makes a slight knix as he gives her over to the groom, he himself gets the place at the front with the maid of honour. Chuckling somewhat amused Marla's eyes become more serious as she lays a hand lightly on Alven's arm as she moves forward as told.

Isobol scrambles in and looks embarressed at being late. She quietly moves to where Kris is standing.

The tall dark stranger continues to stand beside Alven. By now it's obvious that he's the best man. In fact, except for the fact that he's much handsomer, he looks a lot like Alven. He leans in to whisper something to Alven and smirks as just a touch of Anger flashes across the groom's face.

Trelaine smiles and motions Isobol to a nearby chair.

Isobol sits down at Glass Table.

Nimma beams up at Thanos, and quietly takes his hand as she watches Marla and Alven, then the speaker. Her smile is returned, then they stand still, waiting for the beautiful ceramony to take it`s cource.

Alven smiles as Marla's hand touches his arm, still so smitten that he has a hard time taking his eyes from her. His look, too, becomes more serious as he listens to the Keeper begin the ceremony.

Isobol stands and leaves Glass Table.

Marla's slender eyebrows furrow as she notices the anger on her beloved's face, a quick flashing smile directed to the best man makes him stand still and swallowing behaving himself. Inclining her head to him in a way as if she greets him just to be polite before she looks back at Alven, love radiating in her eyes and then she glances at the Keeper.

Analee stands and leaves Fireside Table.

Isobol sits down at Fireside Table.

Analee keeps one eye on the Novices and the other on the wedding, smiling as she does.

Micana stands very still in the open area to the front of the room, waiting for the couple to approach and face her. Her dignified maner seems imposing as she searches the faces of those who sought her assistance in this ceremony.

The best man does seem to behave himself after Marla's look, but when he thinks she's not looking his eyes take on a definately lascivious tone. Not at all appropriate for someone in his position.

Analee smiles brightly at Marla, though she continually watches the room from her place near the bar, making sure everything is going smoothly.

Alven moves toward Micana Sedai, trying to neither lead nor follow his bride.

Sadr opens the doors to Will's Tavern, and comes in from the street

Kristalisa smiles at everyone in general, though it seems more directed towards the couple being wed.

Sadr sits down at Bar.

Cori grins in her way at Marla, seemingly hiding in a corner behind the bar

Marla's face looks up at the Keeper's, brightly sparkling eyes showing joy yet also awarenes of being with the Keeper of the Aes Sedai around. Her hand tightens it's light pull on Alven's arm as she makes a small knix in greeting and in obedience to the one who will fullfill this ceremony. Bringing back her head to glance from Alven to Micana her suddenly sly smile suggests she wants to move on, as if not willing to loosen her catch.

Elise stands briefly as some of the onlookers are in her way. After seeming to study everybody in the room she finally settles into the role of casual observer.

Thanos chuckles softly

Alven seems anxious as well. His discomfort with crowds beginning to affect him again, and perhaps, he too is afraid of something going wrong.

Malerin laughs. "Caught me again, didn't you?"

Micana speaks to both the witnesses and to the couple. "Marriage is a state of being most holy and most sacred. It is the state to which two people turn when their love for one another grows so great that merely being together is no longer enough. They need to belong to each other so completely that only this public ceremony and the legal registration of the marriage can suffice, both knowing that this is to be considered a sacred union and permanent, preformed with love of each other and the Light and Creator in their hearts."

Sadr sits quietly at the bar, he prefers to stay away from the main wedding party. He takes long hard looks at the people in the room, the way his brow is furrowed shows he is thinking hard, making mental notes.

Alven nods almost unconsciously, hearing Micana's words as if for the first time... and agreeing with them with his whole heart. He looks down at his betrothed with a look he knows she'll understand before looking back toward Micana.

Severan smiles, then sighs a little as he watches the bride and groom, as well as the other happy couples. He touches a nondescript silver ring on his right hand, his eyes flicking towards the door occasionally.

Nimma beams softly at the open display of love

Marla's eyes widen as she hears thus being spoken to about her feelings and a loud gasp can be heard from the young girl's lips before glancing at Alven again, an unreadingly smile playing around the curves of her lips, unreadable for men at least, and her hand squeezes his lightly, as if to show everything's allright and that they are not going to loose this. Then her face slightly turned his interested gaze away from the Keeper to take a look at the ones closed to her, both figurly and literarily and then she moves back, standing totally still.

Micana says "The joy which marriage brings to the heart is always present, and the happiness it brings to the couple and to other people is good reason enough to call down the blessings of the Light and it's Creator." She pauses after addressing the witnesses and speaks to the couple, her gaze again probing them. In a clear tone which carries throughout the room she begins. "Marla, do you take this man to be your husband? Will you honor him and protect him, love him and cherish him, until parted by death?""

Sadr opens the double-doors and leaves Will's Tavern.

Trelaine sits with the Novices and Elise, seemingly most of her attention on the novices. Her gaze does flicker once in a while over towards the ceremony, but no readable expression is there.

Elise watches the ceremony too, though she still seems more interested in the onlookers than in the participants.

Marla steps forward, hand moving to Alven's sliding it down in a caress as she curtseys and then speaks in a clear voice, loud enough to be ringing through the roof of the room. "Yes, I promise to be with him, support him and honour him as the man I love and will always do for as long as I live." After this little speech her head goes back to Alven and she smiles faintly, showing him the full depth of her feelings which even then can't be seen fully before stepping back, squeezing slightly.

Kristalisa, for one, looks awed at the beautiful words of the ceremony.

Alven watches Marla, not breathing, fearing that even at this late moment something might go wrong. He has a sudden urge to pinch himself to see if he'll wake up, but instead smiles, an inner light making his face almost handsome. He turns very briefly toward the best man who passes something almost secretively into his hand.

Ellorin watches the ceremony raptly, a wistful smile on her face.

Analee opens the double-doors and leaves Will's Tavern.

Micana waits until Marla is done, then continues. "Alven, do you take this woman to be your wife? Will you honor her and protect her, love her and cherish her, until parted by death?"

Severan's eyes take on the emotions of the ceremony, gliding smoothly from one to the next. He still glances to the door, his eyes taking on a hint of wistfullness whenever he does. He crosses his arms, leaning back against the wall.

Rumours from the numerous guildmembers quiten as the beautifull words of promise are spoken by the couple and though most seem to be taken by the beauty and earnesty of them some eyes show the contemplating look of ones taking in to use this information later and to see the strenght of the guildmistress' support.

Severan opens the double-doors and leaves Will's Tavern.

Nimma listens intently to every word, casting quick little glances at the man beside her from time to time, a slight blush in her cheeks.

Alven takes both Marla's hands in his and faces her as if only the two of them existed in the whole of creation. "I will take this woman as my wife, protecting her with my life and honoring her with all my being." He offers her the item from his hand, "And as a token of my vows I offer this to my beloved. While worldly things cannot express my feelings or my committment it will serve as a reminder to her and to me of what happened here today." He doesn't show what the item is but presses it into Marla's hand.

Elise tries to get a look at whatever it was that Alven gave to Marla, standing on tiptoes to look over the shoulder of the person in front of her.

Micana falls silent, her glance quelling those who dare to whisper and interrupt. When Alven is done speaking she glances back to the couple. "If there is anyone present who knows of any reason why this couple should not be joined in holy wedlock, come forward now or forever hold your silence.

For just a moment the best man looks as if he'll step forward, his gaze turning serious for the first time. His mouth even opens slightly as if words lurk within it. In the end, though, he doesn't move from his place and remains silent.

Cassandra doesn't notice Micana's glance and continues to whisper quietly.

Nimma quirks an eyebrow at the best man`s actions..but chooses to ignore it in favor of the look on the couples faces

Marla turns her face to Alven's, lips slightly opened in wonder as if to ask wether he will indeed become hers even more fully than he allready is as she's turned aside. Spreading her fingers to accept his hands her warm welcome and acceptance is obvious and openly displayed for this man so unlikely to get her. Shifting her head slightly the light of the lamb right over her makes it look like golden sunrays slide over her deepdark hairs as if the Light and Creator bless them together. Her eyes widen even more and she takes the item, not opening her fingers yet hiding it, feeling it's curves before relacutantly looking away from her groom to face Micana and then back at the room, hands slightly squeezed as if afraid of someone coming to tell to stop this wedding...

Micana turns once again to the couple as a whole with only the faintest hint of a smile relieving the otherwise expressionless face, looks them in the face. .It is customary at this time for a couple to exchange tokens of their vows, presenting each other with rings. Do you have such tokens with you?

Nimma sighs happily and watches the couple as they seal their wows

Alven takes a ring from his pocket. It's made of the purest silver with highlights of ambergris, and exquisite piece in the shape of a slender leaf from the Tree of Life.

Cymbran opens the doors to Will's Tavern, and comes in from the street.

Alven hands the ring to marla, but indicates that she should keep the other item secret for now.

Ellorin cranes her neck, trying to see the rings across the room.

Cymbran strides in with a purpose about her, blue eyes dashing along the rooms occupants with an intent gaze. As they sweep and fail to find the one she searches for a sigh escapes her and she aims herself for an empty table.

Thanos smiles

Kristalisa holds her breath with a wonderous expression on her face as she feels the love radiating from the couple like light from the sun.

Spying an empty seat near the fire, Cymbran wends her way among the throng and plunks herself down without much ado. Wiggling her toes against the warmth, her eyes start to take in the room once again.

Cymbran sits down at Fireside Chairs.

Marla nods to that in determination, eyes glowing with warmth which is mixed with the glance of unshed tears of joy. Yet no sign of weakness can be seen, being well aware of the fact that she is in the middle of people not all that kind to her. Her voice is clear as she glances at Alven and speaks, "In order to obtain the blessing of the Light itself I give this ring, the sign of my undying love for you, may it's light sparkling beauty and firmness be the false examply of yourself." with that she hands him the ring she had earlier given to the Keeper, showing the band of sparkling precious metals. Done this she takes his ring around her finger and lifts it to the sky to show it's beauty to the witnesses.

Ring
A solid band of golden metal which sparkles back the light with the thing braided thread of white gold and silver in it's midden. Simply yet elegant it shows it's worth more than at first glance. On an even closer look there is an inscription inside of it written in narrow lines, 'Alven, hawk of my heart'.

Micana nods as Alven hands the ring to Marla and waits to see if she will respond. Her voice is calm as she speaks, still in the same clear tone. "As you have so avowed your love for each other before these witnesses, promised to respect the bounds of matrimony, and registered with the city clerk, " She pauses a moment, smiling just a little wider, "You have become man and wife." She steps back and gestures slightly that Aven may kiss his new wife.

Malerin rises from his chair, walks to the door silently and smiles to Cassandra before he slips out into the cold.

Malerin stands and leaves Window Table1.

Malerin opens the double-doors and leaves Will's Tavern.

Cassandra turns to watch the rest of the ceremony.

Nimma gasps at the sight of the beautiful ring

Isobol smiles happily at the couple now that the ceremony is over.

Ellorin watches the end of the ceremony, a wondering smile spreading over her face.

Cymbran watches the ceremony only a little, herself too occupied with getting warm at the moment for much sentment. She does give a little peek now and again whilst she wriggles the toes.

Alven leans in and touches his lips to Marla's, making an effort to keep the kiss from becoming too ardent. Not an easy task. But he is in public after all.

Nimma lets go Thanos`s hand and tries to hold herself back from dashing forward to hug her friend. She sees the wonder and awe in their eyes and melts

Ruhr throws a grin in the couples direction conveying her best wishes the only way she knows how.

Melli sits down at Fireside Table.

The best man takes this opportunity to get Marla's attention with a false clearing of his throat. He makes no effort to hide the wink he gives her or the obvious invitation behind it - except from his brother Alven of course.

Ruhr glances toward the best man with contemplation plainly showing on her face. Shaking that off she sighs abit before continueing her happy smile toward the couple.

Marla's wide smile shows her pleasure and joy of being bound to this man and slowly she moves closer to him, face halfway rised as if waiting for him to do the first move...so differend from the way it actually went and some people chuckle lightly yet also jealousy is obvious, people have been wanting to get this beauty with so much power. Slowly she kisses him back, lightly and promising but nothing revealed but a sincere feeling for this man. her eyes are totally focused on him, forgetting the peoplea round the place. But as the kiss breaks she turns around and lifts the arm with the flowers while the other lifts Alven's arm who has to turn to face the crowd as well, she definitely ignores her brother-in-law's glances. In a clear voice she speaks, "May the joy of us be celebrated with the joy of you."

Cassandra smiles then stands, quietly making her way to the door.

Cassandra stands and leaves Window Table1.

Nimma and Thanos both step forward to congratulate the happy couple

Cheering erupts from the people in the place and servants of the tavern who have come in to see their old companion and collegue getting married rush to the kitchen and in a cuople of minutes large trails of food are carried out which are brought to the back of the room at the long tables. As people begin to rise to come over other servants begin to clear the floor from the chairs, letting an opening dancing space erupt. Music begins to play, a bit hesistant at first in order to congratulations not to be ruined.

Cassandra opens the double-doors and leaves Will's Tavern.

Alven finds himself without words. Not an unusual condition when he's under the influence of this much emotion. He does smile warmly at the assembled crowd though, wishing them them same as Marla did. He turns to the Keeper too, bowing deeply to show his appreciation.

Ruhr waits for thanos and Nimma to finish there congrats so she as well can give her best wishes.

Cymbran smiles lightly at the cheering, her toes still a-wriggle at the fire.

Nimma and Thanos, having conveyed their best wishes, move on to blend into the crowd, where they can be seen talking quietly

Ruhr steps forward now, smiling and mutters something to the couple.

Marla too turns her face to the Keeper, inclining her head with a smile of gratitude to her before looking at the couple of Thanos and Nimma. Her eyes suddenly sparkle misschievous and she leans forward to Nimma's head as Thanos and Alven talk, She mutters to Nimma, "... wonder... will..." laughing a soft lingering laught she eyes the couple go away and awaits the others.

Nimma senses Marla too turns her face to the Keeper, inclining her head with a smile of gratitude to her before looking at the couple of Thanos and Nimma. Her eyes suddenly sparkle misschievous and she leans forward to Nimma's head as Thanos and Alven talk, "I wonder whom will be next." laughing a soft lingering laught she eyes the couple go away and awaits the others.

Ruhr mutters to Marla, "... happy... you..."
Ruhr whispers "I'm truely happy for you both"

Trelaine remains at the table, quietly watching. She pauses, then nods to something Kristalisa asked her. "Be quick and don't leave the tavern."

Alven raises an eyebrow, having caught part of Marla's words to Nimma. He whacks Thanos solidly on the shoulder, chuckling.

Kristalisa stands and leaves Fireside Table.

Nimma giggles softly at Marlas words, and you sense she and Thanos discuss what was said with many mischievous glances back to Marla

Ellorin stands and leaves Fireside Table.

Ellorin follows Krista across the room, avoiding looking at the other people in the crowd.

Alven nods to Ruhr, smiling, and says "Thank you."

Thanos grins widely to the groom "No going back now my friend"

Ruhr smiles back, and with a nod she departs for the door.

Micana moves away from the front of the room and over toward those from the tower, her step near gliding as she moves her skirt fastidiously out the way of those who move forward to greet the new bride and groom.

Marla glances at Ruhr with a smile and she incliens her head, shaking the woman's hand warmly, She mutters to Ruhr, "... you,... hope... city will... much joy..." a quick loving glance at her husband, liking this new title.

Ruhr senses Marla's glances at her with a smile and she inclines her head, shaking the woman's hand warmly, "Thank you, I hope for you this city will bring as much joy as it has brought me." a quick loving glance at her husband, liking this new title.

Kristalisa walks over to where Marla is standing and with a smile, says, "Congratulations Guildmistress Marla. I am truly happy for you....I wish you and Alven the best of luck and happiness together!" With a slight curtsey, she gives the radiant bride another smile and melts into the crowd.

Ellorin takes her turn after Krista. She bobs a quick curtsey, and says in a small, polite voice, "Congratulations." She smiles up at the couple, then turns to follow Krista back through the crowd.

Ruhr nods at that She mutters to Marla, "... meself aswell. Donna... on the gettaway." with that her smile takes a mischievous note to it and she leaves.

Marla senses Ruhr nods at that "I'll be wishin' f' tha' meself aswell. Donna do anythin' i wouldn't do on the gettaway." with that her smile takes a mischievous note to it and she leaves.

Nimma waits for the rest of the crowd to finish greeting the newlyweds before they rejoin them, exchanging pleasant jokes like old acquaintances. Thanos in his usual quiet yet direct manner, Nimma with a new radiance around her that makes Marla send her a probing look

Ruhr opens the double-doors and leaves Will's Tavern.

The best man gives his brother a big bear hug, then shakes his hand solidly. He mutters to Alven, "... always... lucky bastard... even... except."

Marla inclines her head to her fellow countryman in novice whites, smiling, "Thank you, Kristalisa." she obviously remembers names very well before glancing at the younger girl and she smiles warmly at her. "Thank you very much, it was very nice of you to come."

Trelaine waits for the novices to return.

Finally warm, Cymbren turns fully in her chair to get a good look at the new couple, her smile still lingering faintly.

Kristalisa smiles at Marla's warm comments and then walks back to the table where Trelaine waits.

Kristalisa sits down at Fireside Table.

Alven mostly just smiles and nods to the well wishers, not knowing quite what to say except a simple "thank you".

Ellorin sits down at Fireside Table.

Melli opens the double-doors and leaves Will's Tavern.

Nimma curtsies to Thanos and is escorted onto the dancefloor where they engage in a slow, close dance, seemingly unbothered by the loud shouting, the drinking and singing around them

Isobol opens the double-doors and leaves Will's Tavern.

Micana nods to Trelaine and the three novices with her and gathers her cloak, then starts toward the door.

Finally there comes an end at the long row of people greeting the happy couple and Marla leans her head against Alven's her lips curl up as she overhears his brother's words and suddenly her eyes sparkle before she nods to the table, willing to get some food, drawing him with her.

Micana opens the double-doors and leaves Will's Tavern.

Cymbran seems to notice the time or something, since she hops up like a cat nipped her heels and wends her way out again.

Cymbran opens the double-doors and leaves Will's Tavern.

Alven certainly doesn't resist Marla's suggestion as he is famished. He does take her aside for a moment, though, to show her the first item he gave to her.

Alven mutters to Marla, "... really a... part ring.... part. This... prey, one... pure... other,... iron.... are entwined together.'... fitted..."

Alven whispers "It's really a two part ring. The avendesora leaf is the public part. This part (depicting two birds of prey, one done in pure gold, the other, oddly, in iron. The birds are entwined together.' When the rings are fitted together the birds are carrying the leaf."

Alven mutters to Marla, "... you.... understand I..."

Alven whispers "That's the private part. Just for you. Nobody else would understand I don't think."

Marla looks up with big eyes at his face as she glances down at the item hidden in the hand which also holds her flowers and then up at his face, wanting him to open her hand to show it. In the meantime people begin to move tot he dancefloor and some guys even begin to eye the novices and accepted present, yet are unsure what the aes sedai with them might do should they have the courage to ask. This is an distraction for what she now hears and only Alven can see and hear her now. She mutters to Alven, "... is....O Alven....you are..." she stretches her amrs to hug him close to hers, burying her face in his shoulder before looking up with eyes which are both sharing a tear of joy.

Alven senses Marla looks up with big eyes at his face as she glances down at the item hidden in the hand which also holds her flowers and then up at his face, wanting him to open her hand to show it. IN the meantime people begin to move tot he dancefloor and some gays even begin to eye the novices and accepted present, yet are unsure what the aes sedai with them might do should they have the courage to ask. This is an distraction for what she now hears and only Alven can see and hear her now. "That is...that is....O Alven....you are the best man for me, it is too much..." she stretches her amrs to hug him close to hers, burying her face in his shoulder before looking up with eyes which are both sharing a tear of joy.

Alven seems satisfied by Marla's reaction and after a happy embrace he leads her once more toward the banquet table.

Thrain opens the doors to Will's Tavern, and comes in from the street.

Marla seems suddenly outraged to get some food and leaping forwards she get the most strangest thinggs on her plate, it seems like she is and she seems very very hungry yet some things she curls her nose up, reason for some of the women present to whisper abut pregnancy

Ellorin is seated at a table by the fire, deep in conversation with the others there despite the music and dancing going on around them.

Thrain grins as he looks around the room...

Kristalisa looks around the room for any unattached men who look to be looking for unattached women....

Thrain looks around the room, then looks for a empty table.

Alven watches Marla's food choices, sometimes trying the same thing as she, but mostly making faces.. discreetly of course. Mostly he piles his plate full of vegetables.

Kristalisa jumps and looks guiltily at Trelaine. "How did you know?"

Arwen opens the doors to Will's Tavern, and comes in from the street.

Thrain wonders what is going on around here.

Thrain sits down at Fireside Chairs.

Trelaine winks at Kristalisa. "I have my ways," she says enigmatically to the novice.

Arwen slips into the room, glancing around as he stretches slowly, his gaze slowly wandering the area, biting his lip, just slightly.

Kristalisa frowns. "Why can't we dance? It's not a free day, and you'd be watching."

Marla looks around and then goes to a chair, the beautifull stylic ones for the bride and groom and begins to eat as if she was starving. Her glances are not only at teh plate, also about her husband whose arm she catches and then at the people who are filling the dancefloor. Her eyes go to the couple of the White Tower and she furrows her brows slightly, not liking to see her party not always good.

Trelaine has her back to the door, she's conversing with Kristalisa at the moment. Trelaine shakes her head. "While, I personally don't mind, the Aes Sedai are different from Accepted. Aes Sedai make the rules. I don't." She sighs. "Come on. Off with you now. Let's get you back to the TOwer before you're tempted any more."

Kristalisa catches Marla's eye, pouts, and shruggs her shoulders as she is bundled out the door.

Arwen spots the girls, and heads that way, saying from behind Trelaine, "Hello there."

Kristalisa turns around and smiles. "Hello, Arwen, we'd love to stay and chat but the Aes Sedai say we can't have fun so we have to laeve."

Elise smiles at Arwen.

Rathmoor opens the doors to Will's Tavern, and comes in from the street.

Trelaine blinks and turns around, shaking her head. "You know how to sneak up on a girl, Arwen." She pauses, looking between Elise and the novices. "Well. I suppose watching wouldn't hurt..." She's giving in, oddly enough.

Rathmoor pauses in the doorway, absorbing the scene before.

Arwen inclines his head; politely, he mouths to the girls, "Hullo there. Enjoying the party, I take it? Would have been here sooner, but I was required at a lesson of sorts."

Marla is seated in one of the chairs on the dash, eating from a plate and talking quietly to the groom, now her husband, Alven when she hears the conversation and she smiles gladly to see this is done. Noticing it is only watching though she begsins to feel sorry for the people.

Kristalisa still pouts at the word "watching", but at least is still in the tavern.

Elise hides a quick smile from both Trelaine and Arwen. "Are you hear to join the festivities?" She says to Arwen.

Thrain stands and leaves Fireside Chairs.

Trelaine -seems- oblivious to Elise and Arwen's actions. But then, you can never tell with Trelaine.

Ellorin smiles at Arwen shyly from behind Trelaine.

Thrain looks about the room to see if there is any woman who is free to dance with....

Alven is enjoying the company of his wife, and the good food, and the music, and even the dancing. Once he finishes his laden plate he looks at Marla and nods his head questioningly toward the dance floor."

Thrain grins as he spots the table full to women.

Trelaine doubletakes over her shoulder at Arwen, raising an eyebrow then looking back at the novices.

Kristalisa spots Thrain's grin and returns an equally wide one.

Arwen keeps an eye out at the Inn as he chuckles at Trelaine's look.

Marla quickly grabs that last salad of ice peppers and then turns to Alven, letting him pull her on the dancefloor as she really wants to dance, besides...isn't that the way she got him? Chuckling at that memory she joins him in a very slow, leaning agasint eachother dance fit for a just married couple.

Elise smiles again and addresses Arwen, "I don't suppose you know how to dance, or do you only read about dancing?" Her tone is slightly mocking, but very friendly.

Rathmoor, after surveying the room, quietly turns around to withdraw.

Arwen chuckles at Elise, commenting lightly, "I did already ask someone, but my thanks for the question, Elise."

Trelaine turns back to Arwen and uhs, looking nervous? Trelaine? "I uh, don't dance all that well...." she says in a warning. She looks at the Novices, then back to Arwen. "I wouldn't want them to feel left out." She shoots Elise an unreadable look before returning back to Arwen.

Elise smiles beguilingly, "Ah.. but I didn't actually ask you did I Arwen?"

Thrain notes the dress of the women at the table...

Trelaine turns back to Elise, then motions towards Thrain with her head. "Ask him, he's been eyeing the table."

Arwen laughs at Elise, "Well...true enough." He glances at the Novices, and inclines his head, "Do you mind if I steal your Accepted for a while?"

Ellorin giggles, blushes, and shakes her head.

Elise laughs merrily, "Don't worry Trelaine, I'll babysit. You're not the only Accepted here after all."

Kristalisa pouts and doesn't say anything.

Trelaine blinks at Arwen, shocked. Then she looks at the Novices, then Elise. "But.. I mean, are you sure?" She turns to the Novices. "Behave yourselves?" She pauses, putting some coins on the table. "Order some tea."

Thrain shakes his head, at slight grin on his face as he moves back to his chair by the fire.

Elise waves Trelaine off dismissively, "They're good girls for the most part, and I'll be right her. Go. Enjoy. But you have to watch them while I take a turn later, though I'm not sure yet who the lucky gentleman will be."

Kristalisa concentrates on the music, not listening to the Accepteds having fun dancing, not watching either.

Alven seems to be enjoying dancing with his new bride very much, though his skill is nowhere near Marla's. He looks happily into her eyes, showing her how much this day means to him as they dance.

Trelaine eyes Elise warily, then nods. "All right." She turns to Kristalisa. "You can request songs."

Arwen chuckles, nodding at Elise, then comments to Trelaine, "I told you once before that dancing was important too. I daresay you'll do fine."

Rathmoor opens the double-doors and leaves Will's Tavern.

Kristalisa whips around, barely concealing some raw emotion from her eyes. "No, thank you, Accepted."

Trelaine frowns. "All right. You are /ordered/ to request songs." Then she stands up and eyes Arwen warily. "I hope you've metal in the toes of those boots."

Trelaine stands and leaves Fireside Table.

Ellorin's cheeks flush and she keeps her eyes down, staying out of this conflict.

Elise waits for Trelaine to be out of earshot, then winks at Kristalisa. "Maybe you should request one of those deliciously naughty Domani songs Novice." Her eyes follow Trelaine and Arwen mischeviously.

Kristalisa walks up and stalks to the musicians. She then requests a popular Domani children's song. .oO(See how much fun THAT is to dance to!)

Thrain looks back at the table full of women, his grey-green eyes sparkling in the fire light, looking at each one in turn....

Arwen grins, shaking his head, "No metal, but you'll do fine. Trust me..."

Marla glances up and suddenly she moves her hand upwards as if to stroke his shair, what she does but before that she sways her arm and knips with a finger to the musicans and suddenly a wild melody erupts, the same one Krista asks for and she suddenly chuckles as seh begins to move in that quick hipswaying movement, swirling away, challenging him to follow....

Arwen quirks a brow at Elise. "Ahem? Dancing's one thing, getting tossed out of the Tower is quite another." He looks amused, then turns to Trelaine, offering an arm.

Trelaine eyes the arm warily, but takes it, lightly. Then she eyes the musicions dubiously. "Protect your shins, Arwen. I can't dance, I tell you."

Alven grins and accepts the challenge. He has, after all, learned a few things about dancing in his life, and even more in his time with Marla. He willingly plays the pursuer.

Quim opens the doors to Will's Tavern, and comes in from the street.

Arwen laughs softly, "I shall, never fear." He motions, "Shall we, then?" As he speaks, he stretches, wincing a few times.

Kristalisa considers Elise's idea for a short minute, then walks back up to the musicians and requests a song popular in Domani taverns late at night. She chuckles as she walks back, keeping an eye on Marla for when the song is played.

Elise smiles after Arwen and Trelaine, happy that she accomplished her goal.

Thrain looks at Elise, then begins to make his way across the room to her table.

Quim makes his way in, as the door opens his darkened form in the night looks almost skeletal in proportions, accenuating his guantness but as he moves into the inn his proportions take on mere human stature, helped along by his merry smile, his clothes rumpled, hair touseled, and obviously slept in, he stands at the doorway looking around.

Ellorin leans her elbows on the table, watching the dancers. She smiles slightly when she catches sight of Arwen and Trelaine as they dance by.

Marla swirls wider and her beautifull dress begins to swirl up and down, showing quite part of her very shapely legs. Grabbing her skirts she uses this way of hiding and getting to lok at her husband and she suddenly chuckles as she hears the change in the tone. Dropping the skirts she begins to stop moving yet her arms rise and begin to twirl over eachother in intricate movements while her feet begin to make small steps, hips just slightly swaying but the rolling of her head suggests things of what she wants right now

Nimma giggles softly at a compliment from Thanos, and they both head for an empty table, in dire need of rest after the dancing

Quim smiles a tad at all the dancing, giving nods to those he knows in the room before finding a spot to watch the legs erm dancers, yeah that is it.

Elise watches Thrain coming closer. She gives him a bold once-over, nodding pleasantly at what she finds and looking him in the eye as he approaches, waiting for him to say something.

Thrain makes his way to Elise table and gives a half bow, a grin on his face, "Lady, I was wondering if you would care for a dance."

Elise nods, "I would indeed sir, though you'll have to wait for the next song as someone has to watch the children while be dance." She motions to the others at the table.

Thrain looks to the children and smiles warmly, "Of course."

Kristalisa silently fumes at the word "children", showing nothing outwardly but a deep desire to be on the dance floor.

Alven grins as he watches Marla, glad that his part in this sort of dance is rather simple. Domani dancing is, after all, a vehicle for showing a woman's.. skills.. and the man therefore serves only as garnish.

Trelaine smiles shyly at Arwen, and looks down, trying not to step on Arwen's feet.

Ellorin exchanges a furtively indignant glance with Krista at the word 'children'.

Kristalisa scoots over towards Ellorin and whispers in her ear.

Quim looks a tad sad perhaps, as if something inevitable has come, for a moment, watching the lovely nupitals but that is soon hidden behind a pleasant mask. He looks up as a mug of ale is placed in his hand and scans the room for available dancing parteners.

Marla notices Quim out of the corner of her eye and a slight sly smile comes over to her as she slowly moves around, not just facing Alven anymore, or better turning away from him in a challenge and opening her lips slightly the tip of her tongue darts out. If this is the way a Domani behaves on her weddingday how does she behave when she is married some people wonder and ont he slightly dissapoitned faces of some men become grin. They stop talking and begin to loudly clap in their hands.

Arwen inclines his head, his steps slower than the dance should be; most likely, so he doesn't trip up his partner.

Nimma watches from a distance, commenting something appreciatively about Marlas skills in dancing

Thrain smiles back at Elise, "Well, then I'll be back when the next song starts.

Trelaine smiles shyly at Arwen, glancing from time to time at her feet.

Elise smiles engagingly at Thrain, showing that she hopes he will.

Thrain grins again and winks at the two whispering to each other before moveing back across the room.

Rather than be upset, as some of the onlookers at least half-way expected, the new husband merely laughs at his wife's antics and even gives Quim a warm smile.

Kristalisa catches the wink and sighs. Smiling back wistfully, she almost wishes she left when she had the chance.

Quim catches the flash of tongue and the warm smile, but his reaction, is quickly hidden behind the mask. He shrugs and stand and goes over to the novices table, giving one last glance over his shoulder to the dancers, and with a formal bow asks them "Would either of you lovely ladies care to dance when the next song starts?"

Thrain sits down at Table by the Fire.

Trelaine raises an eyebrow at Arwen, and looks back at her feet.

Thrain leans back in his chair, eyes half closed as he watches the dance floor.

Kristalisa stammers, "UH...I swear, I will...dance just like you guys when I'm Accepted." she finishes in a rush and smiles at the Accepted.

Arwen nods at Trelaine, as he dances, slowly, from side to side. Speeding up slightly to match the music, he glances around curiously.

Trelaine glances back towards Quim who is speaking to the Novices and raises an eyebrow with a frown.

Arwen peers at Quim and shakes his head, glancing from Trelaine to Elise.

Ellorin looks up at Quim, face flushing red. "Um - thank you - but I can't."

Quim blinks "Can't? Well of course you can, nothing fancy mind, just match your steps to the tune, let me lead, easy as that. Or do you mean someone won't let you?"

Kristalisa sighs to Quim. "I'm sorry, but we're not allowed..." then with a wink and a smile, "I would if I could, you can bet on that!"

Elise smiles at Krista, then laughs.

Quim frowns and says "Not allowed? What foolishness, is this some new form of toture, to bring you along to a party and then watch other enjoy themselves?"

Trelaine shakes her head slightly and lets Elise handle things, turning back to Arwen before she stomps on his foot.

Marla furrows her brows but nods, understanding Quim's reaction and slowly she turns further away, to some audience which is more likely to get reactions and thus challenging Alven to join in the...fight if necessarily whitch she wil easily break aaprt. hjer confident smile suggests how well she knows all this as she moves further along the people. waving her hairs around her.

Nimma catches a glimpse of Quims predicament and nudges Thanos " I swear Master Thanos, if anyone were to stop me from dancing I would not stay long in their service!" Upon hearing that comment Thanos throws his head back and laughs, his eyes twinkling with a quiet amusement

Trelaine starts to pull away from Arwen and stomp over towards Quim.

Ellorin lets Krista take over the conversation, looking down in embarrassment again.

Arwen's lips twitch as he goes with her. Let's watch, shall we? He stands behind her, watching. Practice, y'see.

Kristalisa nods. "Yes, we need an Aes Sedai's permission to do anything fun....er, dance, and there are no Aes Sedai here.

Thanos grins and finishes his cup of ale, his eyes wandering across the dancefloor

Elise sighs and turns to Quim, "We merely take our orders from the Tower good sir. It's not our job to comment on those orders." But she doesn't look at all happy, almost as if she too thinks its cruel to prevent the Novices from having fun.

Quim doesn't seem to notice any stomping over the din of music and dancing and varied forms of merry making.

Thrain turns his head and watches the conversation.

Cassandra opens the doors to Will's Tavern, and comes in from the street.

Elise does smile broadly at Quim though. "Fortunately I'm not a Novice, and it appears that the song is ending. I've promised the next to that good man over there." She motions toward Thrain, "but perhaps we could take a turn after that?"

Kristalisa sighs and settles back in her chair. "Sorry."

Thrain smiles and waves to Cassie.

Megwyn opens the doors to Will's Tavern, and comes in from the street.

Cassandra returns Thrain's smile and walks over to him.

Quim shrugs and says "Need Aes Sedai's permission to have fun? I don't think they could rightly stop you." He glances at Elise and says with a smile in his voice "I would be delighted fair lady."

Thrain stands, "Hello Cassie, been well?"

Kristalisa growls under her breath at the Accepted's request and the man's answer.

Arwen is standing behind Trelaine; she, on the other hand, is stomping up behind Quim, and she doesn't look too happy.

Quim shrugs and says bowing again to the novices "No need to apologize, such are the ways of things. It is my loss and it is me who is sorry. It will leave something to tommorrow I suppose, or if not to the imagination." He shrugs and goes to find a seat.

Cassandra nods. "Fine, I suppose. And you?"

Thrain grins, "Good, tis a little cold out for me, but good."

Elise chuckles, "It appears that the other gentleman is occupied." She motions toward Cassie. "Here's my relief now." She points over Quim's shoulder to Trelaine, "Perhaps I'll take you up on your invitation now."

Cassandra grins. "A little cold? It's positively freezing out."

Ellorin goes over to retrieve her cloak from where it hangs by the door.

Thrain shrugs, "I've been going to long from the boarderlands, makes me a little soft."

Quim settles down to watch Marla dance with a slightly pained expression, which quickly vanishes as he nods to Elise "Thank you." Softly mummured. He holds out his hand to her.

Cassandra glances at Elise then back to Thrain. "I'm sorry, Calagon. Did you want to dance?"

Trelaine twitches behind Quim, trying to control her anger. She frowns at Quim. "What the Tower allows and does not allow is none of your business, Master Quim. And I daresay you learn that one of these days."

Thrain grins and winks, "Before I'd think of nothing to steping outside with nothing on be a shirt."

Alven is oblivious to almost everything as the song finishes. He seems to be enjoying himself very much, though he gives Quim a questioning look.

Ellorin opens the double-doors and leaves Will's Tavern.

Analee opens the doors to Will's Tavern, and comes in from the street.

Thrain looks over at Elise, "Yes I do."

Quim glances down at Trelaine and says with a smile "Hello m'dear, happy to see you again. And I am a bit slow at times, I am afraid."

Megwyn ghosts into the inn, surveying the gathering with a measuring look and a bit of a smile playing across her lips.

Trelaine sniffs. "I have noticed." She turns to Kristalisa. "If this is becoming too much of a burden to you, we can leave."

Cassandra nods. "All right. I'm sorry to disturb you then."

Kristalisa walks over to Analee and curtseys deeply. "Aes Sedai, may the Novices have permission to dance?"

Arwen quirks a brow at Quim's tone, and shakes his head, nodding politely at Kristalisa.

Elise shrugs and mouths, "The next one?" to Thrain. She grabs Quim and pulls him away from a seething Trelaine. "They're all yours for this song Trel."

Analee grins at the Novice and winks. "Only if you dance well."

Oh, and he can't bow to Mag, as his back is to the door. Arwen

Marla stops the dancing and curtseys deeply and then goes over to Alven, she seems really tired and moves over to the tavble, "Shall we go over there?" she whispers, "I am a bit unwell." Without thoughthher hand goes to her stomach.

Thrain smiles at Cassie, "You never bother me, even when I pay fro your drink." Cassandra smirks. "Drinks, you mean."

Kristalisa's eyes light up and she curtseys again, "Oh, I will Aes Sedai thank you, thank you!"

Thrain frowns playfuly at Cassie, "Ya, almost sliped me mind."

Alven nods quickly and takes Marla's arm in what he hopes looks like a husbandly grasp. He guides her over toward a chair.

Thanos brushes a strand of hair out of Nimmas face and istens patiently as she babbles on and on, mostly about Marlas dress , the beautiful wedding, and a few quick remarks about the odd wedding guest as people start swaying on the dancefloor

Trelaine glares at Quim's back as Elise takes him away, muttering under her breath. She mutters to Arwen, "Good... political... flayed..."

Kristalisa runs back to the group around the fire and takes her place again. "So, would any of you men like to dance now?" with a small smile and a hint of a wink.

Thrain sighs, "Seems my dance partner has other ideas."

Arwen grins at Trelaine, "Maybe someday, you can." He chuckles, turning his head, and spots Megwyn; now he bows, politely towards her.

Quim gets himself pulled into the swirl of dancing bodies, and he can no longer watch the room with any concentration as they begin to move about, so he settles his eyes on Elise's face and says with a lopsided grin "Seems you saved me from a fate worse then death. an Accepted tongue, might there be someway I can repay you?" His steps practiced and easy, simple to begin.

Cassandra shrugs. "I'm sure she'll dance with you eventually."

Trelaine sighs, her good mood ruined now. She turns around and notices Megwyn wand curtsies quickly to the Aes Sedai. Then she plops into a seat.

Trelaine sits down at Fireside Table.

Arwen sits down as well, shaking his head slightly as he watches Quim.

Arwen sits down at Fireside Table.

Thrain shakes his head, "Ah, dose not matter if she does or doesn't."

Elise stands and leaves Fireside Table.

Thrain looks back to the table where Elsie was sitting.

Cassandra arches an eyebrow. "Oh no?"

Marla leans in her chair and looks with a warm smile up at her husband's face, she sways to Thanos and Nimma, hoping for them to get back."

Elise smiles mysteriously at Quim, "I don't think you'd be willing to pay my price.. scholar." She spares a second for a quick smile at Thrain, her look showing him the promise of a dance very soon.

Thrain mutters to Cassandra, "... as... matter if she... with... not?"

Megwyn nods quite politely in return to greetings, meeting Analee's eyes in particular and smiling.

Nimma catches Marlas hint and nudges Tanos gently. He nods to her, and they stand and make their way over to the bride and ggrooms table, joining them

Marla sits down at Window Table1.

Cassandra mutters to Thrain, " Fishing... a compliment..."

Alven sits down at Window Table1.

Nimma sits down at Window Table1.

Thrain mutters to Cassandra, "... the... G "

Kristalisa groans. As soon as she gets permission to dance, every guy gets preoccupied with other women or arguments.

Alven sits beside his wife, masking his concerned look with a smile.

Thrain begins to make his way over to Kristalisa's table.

At his table, Alven says "Are you feeling alright?"

Trelaine shakes her head at Arwen. "No, far to kind."

Cassandra looks around for someone else to talk with since Thrain just left her.

Quim grins and says "Perhaps you are right." He deftly twirls the young lady about and then steps to, humming in time with the tune, counting soflty under his breath as the song begins to come to a close. "You are more Aes Sedai then not."

Analee stands idly watching the goings -on with a smile.

Kristalisa smiles softly as Thrain moves toward her. Maybe that groan wasn't needed after all.

Maeve opens the doors to Will's Tavern, and comes in from the street.

Arwen grins at Trel, nodding. "True enough." He shakes his head.

Trelaine mutters to Arwen, "... to... and... overtures..."

Marla glances up at the faces of her closest friends, yet missing Cori a little who seems to be too busy. She waves to her as she nods to theservant, "I would like something to drink please." She orders, "Icetea preferably." she leans exhausted in her chair as she looks at the people gathered around here, smiling at the novices dance. "No, I am fine, a bit...." she shrugs and gives Alven a loving smile before she chuciles and with a misschievous glint in her eyes bends over to Nimma to ask a question.

Thrain looks to Analee and seems to say, can I ask her to dance?

Arwen nods at Trelaine, making a face. "True...true, very true."

Trelaine sits at the Fireside table, muttering with Arwen. She doesn't look too pleased about something, and is certainly not getting up to dance anytime soon.

At her table, Marla asks "Tell me Nimma, when shall I throw this away?" she points at the flowers resting on the table.

Analee motions to Kristalisa for Thrain and nods, grinning.

Kristalisa catches Analee Sedai's eye, after seeing the brief unspoken exchange, and send her a grin of gratitude.

Cassandra frowns slightly, wondering why there aren't enough men.

Elise smiles an un-Aes Sedai-like smile at Quim, though how real it is isn't evident. Seeing as her other dance partner has been gobbled up she keeps hold of Quim's arm, "Another turn around the floor?"

Thrain grins, and spins around, heading for the table, extending his hand to Krista, "I'm here to free you from bordom."

Corianna scurries out of the kitchen, muttering something about a big spill. She wlks over to Marla. "How you feelin', sweetie?"

Kristalisa slips her hand in his and grins. "My hero..." as she stands up and walks over to the dance floor with Thrain.

Nimma blushes and leans in to answer Marla "....think....knew.."

At his table, Alven smiles at Marla's answer.

Trelaine raises an eyebrow at Kristalisa, mouthing, "Don't push it," to the novice. Then she sighs again, and manages to refrain from glaring at Quim.

Thrain moves along with Kriesta.

At her table, Nimma blushes and whispers "As soon as you tink it`s appropriate..yu knew didnt you.."

Quim grins "I would be a fool to say no." He grins "Something a bit more complicated this time." He begins the dance with the start of the tune, the steps of a more intricate nature, taking more of his concetration, though his feet so far have managed to miss her toes but for a few close misses. "You dance well, do you get much practice at the Tower?"

A little of the wintery chill slips into the room as the door is opened to let Maeve in. Snowflakes, rapidly melting here in the much warmer surroundings, decorate her mostly unbound hair which spills down in a dark and vibrant constrast to her pale garb. A faint smile curver her lips as her grey eyes brush over ther room, lingering nowhere in particular. Noting the presence of several Aes Sedai she dips down in a casual curtsey, and slips the heavy cloak of wool off, leaving it over a chair close to the door.

Megwyn makes her way across the room to the fireside table and smiles, "Is there room for another here?" It is, for once, actually a question.

Kristalisa tries not to grin at the Accepted, and nods, trying not to roll her eyes either. Turning to face Thrain, she begins to dance, starting off simple as she starts to pick up the foreign song being played.

Arwen smiles at Megwyn politely, and motions, rising with a bow, "Of course..." He pulls out a chair, then sits back down. Ooh, he's polite.

Elise laughs musically, "I'm afraid I don't. In fact I haven't danced but once since I went there. I learned how.. in a previous life." She begins to weave an even more intricate step around Quim's accomplished dancing.

Marla glances up at Cori and smiles warmly, very happy indeed. "I feel like the Light has come in my life and now will stay there." She flashes a warm smile at Alven, a quick one but telling about her feelings for him. She then looks innocently, "Why aren't you dancing, you used to belong to us as well..." she grins at NImma and nods to a whispered question, "Yes I do know now...are you sure it is serious?"

Thrain smiles and begins to dance as well, matching Krista as she becomes more complex, so does he, his motions smoth and flawless.

Cassandra walks over to the bar to take a seat.

Cori grins at Alven. "Iffin ya weren't bein' such a good husband, I'd make ya dance."

Trelaine smile and smiels at Megwyn. "Please joun us, Aes Sedai."

Kristalisa and Thrain glide gracefully across the dance floor, each's steps becoming more complex and graceful as they get accustomed to each other.

Nimma yawns for the fourth time in a row and gets a concerned look from Thanos. "I think you are in need of rest little one" he mumbles softly, and makes excuses with the married lovers. " I shall have to escort this one to her home before she falls asleep on the table, will you please excuse us?"

Alven smiles at his wife, then at Cori, "If that's an invitation I'll ncing, there being a distinct lightness and sway to her steps.

Nimma opens the double-doors and exits Will's Tavern.

Thanos opens the double-doors and exits Will's Tavern.

Alven takes Cori's hand and leads her out onto the dance floor. "I'm not as accomplished as my wife, but at least I'm enthusiastic."

Quim grins "But of course dear, ask and I will try to make it so." He takes the steps down a notch or two, catching his breath, his face flushed from the heat and motions, eyes glinting with a merry sparkle, as he awaits her request or question.

Alven stands and leaves Window Table1.

Hudson opens the doors to Will's Tavern, and comes in from the street.

Arwen looks dry suddenly, tilting his head as he listens to talbe conversation.

Hudson nods to Everyone.

Hudson slips quietly into a corner as he nods to Marla.

Kristalisa smiles as the dance becomes more challenging. Step for step, her petite feet slide along the polished dance floor alongside his. She glances up at the tall, handsome man and tilts her hear to the side, smiling enigmatically. A hint of mischief plays in her eyes, but her smile is all innocence.

Cori moves with careful grace and a practiced manner. "Aye, no one quite dances like Marla." She grins and lightly takes up the dance.

Cassandra nods politely to Hudson.

Hudson grins as he watches the Couples dancing...He wishes he could play a tune or two on his lute...

Megwyn stands and leaves Fireside Table.

Megwyn rises abruptly. "Very well, Trelaine. If that's how you feel about it." She nods to Arwen and Krista. "Good day."

Alven dances gracefully enough, but he keeps his steps simple and trys to keep his overlarge feet from Cori's. "You've known her for a while then?"

Trelaine's jaw drops and she stares at the Aes Sedai.

Marla leans relaxed in her chair, seing how the groom is taken away by one of her best friends, by the glint in her eyes it could be she would have said no should someone else asked for it, like that Redhaired accepted who just arrived. Poouting her lips slightly she looks the woman over before she smiles approvingly, recognising style when she sees it. Drifting her eyes apart they settle themselves on an earlier victim, "Hudson, how nice of you to come." she exclaims and waves to him.

Trelaine closes her mouth quickly, but blinks at Megwyn. "I did not mean to offend, Megwyn .Se..., um.. Megwyn.

Hudson jumps for a moment. He appears to be caught in his own thoughts...as Marla speaks to him, he looks up. "Why, it IS good to see you Marla. I understand you've gotten married?"

Thrain dances, , a slow grin comming on his lips, "You do dance well. Very well."

Arwen sighs softly, watching, and doesn't comment. He can only worsen, right now.

Cori takes good care of the groom, keeping the steps simple enough and laughing lightly. "Marla used ta work her ya know. Thas how I got ta know 'er. Such a sweetie."

Kristalisa tries to suppress a grin as she watches her Domani charm take effect. (OOC: Sorry, you don't see any modesty here!)

Megwyn shakes her head, "No. I'll trust you all to enjoy yourselves? We'll be certain to talk about this, later." Her eyes rest first on Arwen and then on Trelaine, expression unreadable. As for Meg, she allows herself to be drawn into the milling mess and join in the dance with a rather rough-looking guardsman.

Thrain smiles, "May I say the dancer dance is as lovely as the dancer."

Draping her cloak over a free chair at one of the smaller tables, Maeve glances over for a moment towards the fireside table, catching the comment made by Megwyn as she rises. A single, slender brow curve upwards ever so briefly, but her interest soon drifts elsewhere again. Resting one slender, beringed hand upon the back of her choosen chair, she looks out over the room with a look both amused and thoughtful at the same time, her grey and ever-alert eyes scanning the dance floor in a rather appraising manner.

Hudson wonders if any of the ladies that aren't taken would like to dance with him?

Elise smiles just as sweetly as before, looking like a young girl again, She mutters to Quim, "So,... gave to... bride... mean?... what's... to the..."

Analee glances over at the Tower table for a moment, then looks about for a partner, moving with the music.

Cassandra orders some wine, taking a sip once it arrives.

Megwyn grins and winks as she and her guardsman whirl past Analee, "Better catch one quick, Ana."

Krista allows a small, playful smile to touch her lips as the dance goes on. "It seems you've had some dance experience as well. I seem to have met my dancing match," as the pair's feet dance a complicated step that a casual observer would have a hard time following, let alone attempting.

Trelaine throws her arms up and says quietly, "SoulCrushershind quarters! I bloody give up." Then she stands and curtsies. "Good eve, everyone. Peace favor you."

Hudson nods to Treelaine. "Good 'eve."

Quim raises a eyebrow at Elise and looks thoughtful on how to word his answer as he dances with her, distant at the moment.

Arwen sighs, watching Trelaine's movements, and rises as well, shaking his head as he watches Trelaine and Megwyn.

Marla nods to Hudson with a broath smile, "O yes, I just got married." her sharp ears hear something of the conversation and she laugshs shaking her head, letting her hairs fly around, "DOn';t tell all kinds of stories over me Cori, or I will talk about you." she laughs and then yawns slightly, eyes catching Alven's as she stirs and mvoes over towards the tables to get some drinks, for some reason very close to the door..

Analee blinks at the outburst, and shakes her head. She is yet looking for a dance partner.

Quim leans down and whispers to Elise .

Jelanna opens the doors to Will's Tavern, and comes in from the street.

Thrain smiles and dances faster, his movements quick, smooth pricie. His feet move in complex paterns as well. One wonders how one brain could keep track of those two danceing feet.

Alven smiles at Cori as the song concludes. "I'd better be getting back to my wife, though. Thanks so much for the dance." He bows slightly. Alven notices that the song was only pausing, not stopping, but goes over to Marla anyway.

Trelaine stands and leaves Fireside Table.

Hudson sits in a corner and plays his lute with the music ...

Thrain smiles, "

Cori nods to Alven. "Thank you, sir. Take good care of her, now." She grins at Marla.

Trelaine frowns at Jelanna as the novice walks in, but she grabs her cloak silently and walks out.

Trelaine opens the double-doors and leaves Will's Tavern.

Thrain grins, as the song ends, "You are very VERY good, thankyou for the dance."

Cori disappears into the kitchen for more drinks.

Arwen glances from Trelaine to Megwyn, and rolls his eyes, as if for mercy, and turns to go.

Arwen opens the double-doors and leaves Will's Tavern.

Cori goes into the kitchen and leaves the main room.

Elise smiles at Quim, not even skipping a beat, "I see." Something clicks behind her eyes and the wheels start turning.

The door opens, and the swirling of cool air rushes in as two figures, bundled tightly against the cold come in. One, cloak all in white, arrives followed closely by a Green Sister, who immediately joins the dancing.

Kristalisa breaks away from Thrain, an almost regretful look on her face, and murmers, "As are you....thank you for the dance."

Thrain gives a slight bow to Krista, a warm smiles and moves off the dance floor.

Alven lowers his head to first kiss, then whisper to his wife.

Maeve remains in the background for a little more, idly studying the dancing couples from her place by one of the smaller tables, though does spare the various other ongoings the occasional look. There's something faintly... predatory about her glance now, as she searches in the crowd with her head tilted playfully and her free hand toying with a stray lock of hair.

Marla glances at Cori over her glass from which she sips little bits and she chuckles, winking to her but then looks very innocently up at Alven's face, handing him a glass as well as she begins to talk to him while walking further, unnoticed byt the guests it seems they move over towards the door. She mutters to Alven, "I would... now,... rest,... do these 2." though her cheeks colour slighly the glance at her stomach for a moment is filled with love.

Alven senses Marla glances at Cori over her glass from which she sips little bits and she chuckles, winking to her but then looks very innocently up at Alven's face, handing him a glass as well as she begins to talk to him while walking further, unnoticed byt the guests it seems they move over towards the door. "I would like to go to...bed now, I think I need the rest, as do these 2." though her cheeks colour slighly the glance at her stomach for a moment is filled with love.

Hudson stops playing the lute, and begins to look for a lady dance partner.

Kristalisa returns to the table by the fire, her face glowing and a thrilled smile playing on her mouth.

Hudson grins at Marla. "Would you like to dance? I know you've just gotten married...but ...if your husband doesn't mind..."

Hudson bows slightly.

Quim shrugs and says as the dances comes to a close, or he runs out of breath which ever comes sooner, "I thank you m'dear for the dance. Perhaps I can have a repeate at some later date."

Alven grins widely, He mutters to Marla, "... would... yes,... sure... the rest."

Marla senses Alven grins widely, "I don't think anybody would notice if we just.. slipped out.. do you? And yes, I'm sure we all could use the rest."

Elise opens the double-doors and exits Will's Tavern.

Thrain stands and leaves Table by the Fire.

Hudson grins at the two ladies.

Thrain moves up and leans against the bar.

Analee catches THrain idling a moment and smiles at him. "Care to dance, sir? It looks like fun."

Cassandra seems content to sip her wine and watch.

Marla nods with a playfull smile. She mutters to Alven, "... rest is... need...though... something else first." with a soft ringing laugh she tips his face with a fingertip and then she puts down the glass as she swirls through the door as if she were just another guest, pulling Alven with her.

Alven senses Marla nods with a playfull smile, "Yes, rest is what we need...though maybe something else first." with a soft ringing laugh she tips his face with a fingertip and then she puts down the glass as she swirls through the door as if she were just another guest, pulling Alven with her.

Marla opens the double-doors and exits Will's Tavern.

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Alven opens the doors from Will's Tavern, and leaves the tavern.

Alven chuckles, "looks like we made it."