Feast of the Moon

Morgana le Fey
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Apr 13 2011, 02:04 AM #1

So, even though this is for nobles and royalty only, peasants could probably sneak in if you wanted them to. People who work in the castle could no doubt squeeze in somewhere. I'm going to start a street fayre in the city for 'peasants' too, if people want something else.

The Ballroom was decked out in fine tapestries of Spring colour, and hung with wreaths and strings of flowers. It quite resembled a Beltane feast, but for the symbols of fertility everywhere. Her birthday, her year day, always consisted of such things because of the month and it always lifted her spirits. Since last year she had changed quite rapidly, spiralled into a completely new entity. Whether it was a bad thing or not, Morgana couldn't judge. But now, standing by the dias, she smiled. It was truly beautiful. The room was filled with people, packed from wall to wall with nobles and royals, entertainers and Bards. Although she preferred a quiet feast with a group of close friends, this feast was designed for the people - to show everyone show happy and faithful to her King and Prince she was. It was a show of respect and loyalty, and a grand show of their wealth. Kings needs to show off their wealth, show the people that they wouldn't go hungry. Of course, Uther would just hunt them down like cattle anyway, but that was something to touch upon another day.

A Duke came to her and touched her arm, and she curtsied with a large, playful smile. She bantered with him, laughed at him Dukes, flirted ever so slightly. She knew very well what he was like and it mostly, amused her. Ah, to be a man in a world such as this, where propriety was nothing of a concern. As the Duke left, others came to greet her and compliment her. She thanked them, quite genuinely, and smiled warmly at them. It was a never ending stream of well wishers and people offering their love.

With a sweep of her arm, she picked up a goblet of wine from a table as she passed it and pushed a sweetmeat into her mouth, washing it down with the strong, sanguine red liquid. Gods, if she spilt any of this on the dress....! It was a light green damask, embroidered in gold and hemmed beautifully. A few of her maids has insisted that she wear the long, tapered sleeves that were so fashionable, she so did just to make shut up. Gwen had suggested something more practical of course, but alas, she hadn't listened. They had also braided her long hair very elaborately and woven small Spring flowers into the plaits, and scented her lightly. The moonstones hanging around her throat shone milky moon pale in the torchlight as she moved, which was tonight, quite an effort. she must look a sight too...either terrible or like Bards tale gone wrong.

And where was Arthur? She spotted a blonde head now and then, but it was never Arthur. She had hoped to catch sight of Sir Leon, if not for a little while. Such an honourable man. Such a handsome man. She grinned a little to herself, and moved into the crowd towards a bard.

"Play something livelier, something people can dance to. The wine is starting to work and I don't want there to be lulls in conversation or entertainment..." she delved into the belt at her waist and pulled out a a gold piece and placed it in his palm "Perhaps for a long while, until people look like they need more wine - and do not announce that I have requested!" she eyed the Bard with a stern gaze, and when he replied with a sarcastic little nod, she grinned in amusement, and walked back into the crowd. She needed a lot more wine.
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Apr 13 2011, 02:51 PM #2

While generally, Guinevere was the personal maidservant of the Lady Morgana, during the times of feasting, the lines that dictated which servant belonged to whom blurred considerably. Especially when there was wine involved, Gwen knew. Basically, all the servants were given a jug of wine, or a platter of food, or something else of the sort, and were tasked with filling, feeding or entertaining any guest that required it. Guinevere was no exception to this rule, which was why she herself carried a pitcher of wine, half full as she'd just finished refilling the cups of some of the women at one of the tables, and weaved in and about the many people. The dark haired servant had caught glimpses of Merlin among the servants, and Morgana also before someone beckoned her and she was off once more.

Serving like this wasnt foreign for Gwen at all. She had been servant to Morgana for many years, and thus had been present at almost every formal feast that her Lady was required to attend. Though some where considerably smaller than this. And it was entertaining for Guinevere to watch Morgana interact with others at those occasions, most notably, Prince Arthur. On the surface they portrayed their positions perfectly. He the charming gentleman, she the beautiful maiden. Yet years of experience allowed Gwen to see some of the compliments for what they truly were. Thinly veiled barbs. She still smiled at some of the memories.

Gwen was brought from her reminiscing as one of the many present Lords stopped her with a hand on her arm, gesturing with his cup for her to refill it. Giving a smile, yet making sure to keep her eyes safely lowered, she poured the dark liquid into the cup. Without a thank you, the man turned and returned to regaling his party with some kind of story. No doubt a recount of one of his heroic deeds. Not hesitating for a moment, Gwen continued on her way, glancing at her jug. She'd need to refill it herself the rate she was going.

This was going to be a long night for everybody, though it would bother some of the guests more tomorrow morning when all the wine came back to haunt them. Gwen had already wished Morgana a joyful birthday, and given her the gift she'd made for her earlier in the day. She knew she'd have had little chance to do so tonight and so far she had been right. Everyone wanted to wish King Uther's ward happiness on another year passing.
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Apr 13 2011, 07:21 PM #3

There were tulips on display, bright reds and scarlets that did quite a lot to minimise the fiery display on her head. Auburn curls were intricately twisted up in a tight bun, a fair few left hanging onto the pale skin of her neck. As was her habit, an emerald gown laced to the floor. It complimented her, but stretched now over the slightest rounding of her belly. Most of the time she didn’t even notice that her hand was absently rubbing over it, but she would look down to see it there and retract it self-consciously lest people think she was boasting.

Besides, it was Morgana’s night tonight. It was refreshing, in a selfish way, to see person after person moving to congratulate her. Still, an odd sort of pity befell her when she caught occasional glimpses of the king’s ward in between the crowds, but she seemed to be enjoying herself. Elaisse doubted she would ever cope with something on such a scale with such attention attached. Her eyes wandered the crowd lazily, trying to pick out her husband. The lost was not intentional, but in these crowds the pair had been parted for some time now. A hand cradled a goblet of wine reassuringly. She did not like to drink much for it made her feel sick and she hated being ill for she feared for her child’s health every time. A few weeks back she had suffered a cough and every choke had her mind reeling with images for the child inside. It was ridiculous of course, but it was the kind of paranoia she had lived with all her life.

A group of knights piled boisterously passed her and her heart gave a flip as she lowered her head and stepped out of their way. Let him not be here, for Taran’s sake and for his. It was a prayer she had sent up so many times this evening because she was quite sure her deity could not hear her over the hubbub.
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Rowena Harvey
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Apr 13 2011, 07:25 PM #4

Rowena was dancing with someone she did not know. His hands were appropriately placed around her waist and he was smiling with a revel that could only have been aided by alcohol. He was a Duke perhaps… or a lord. She hadn’t really been paying attention as he spoke to her, nor when he had continued the conversation that she had so clearly been uninterested in. Still, when he had asked her to dance and practically dragged her onto the dance floor there was only so much she could do without creating a scene. And Camelot would not react too kindly to having one of its nobility slapped so violently around the head. Besides, he was handsome and not too old and his incessant chatter meant she could smile and nod without really having to participate in the exchange.

Her eyes were wandering around her fellow dancers, a few of them had been dancing before but now more joined them as the musicians flared up into a new, livelier tune. Pale, forget-me-not blue skirts whirled around her as she was spun with the rest of the ladies into a centre piece. The group of dancers had become formulated, organised. Soon, a number of pairs had created a dance floor for themselves and wove in and out to the rhythm of the drums with laughter and clapping from the sides. Despite herself a smile splashed itself across Rowena’s lips and she let her own laugh join the merriment as the tunes arced and soared above them. Minstrels and bards gathered to one side, their eyes lighting with the satisfaction of entertainment their employment made them desire.

Somewhere in the small crowd of spectators would be a face recognised only in Irick. They would be watching her and judging, perhaps even already beginning a whisper about her. Fraternising with the enemy they would probably say, or something similarly cowardly. The Queen herself may even see hear of it and decide her inappropriate. Let them whisper amongst themselves. If they disliked her attempts at mingling so much they could come and drag her away... now, wouldn’t that be a sorry sight for the revellers? But Rowena was enjoying it. The effects of alcohol were racing through her blood stream, her eyes sparkling with lights and jewels. And she was not thinking of Simon, or Leon or even Tewdwr. Her mind was in the music, the people and it would not be returning for some time.
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Aidan Vastel
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Apr 13 2011, 07:27 PM #5

He watched Felicia leave, an exhausted Gabriella falling asleep into her shoulder. He would join them eventually, once he had drunk another cup or too and made his connection with a few more people. For it was not about being at these events that counted, it was be noticed. Disappointment racked his body as he saw his wife and child wend their way through the well-wishers. He would have given anything to see Gabriella dance and laugh for the first time in months. But she was young, too young probably to have been brought along. But it had done her good and she had smiled more tonight than he would have thought possible, given the nights she had been having. And perhaps, if there was any mercy left in the city, the exhaustion she gained from the night’s wonders would give her peace enough to sleep for a while longer tonight.

His placed his goblet down on a table, having swallowed the last of its liquid delights. Servants scuttled around him, almost desperate in their endeavours. He did not envy them this night. The great hall looked impossibly green, with flowers and bouquets of many varieties and numbers lining the walls and tables. He smiled absently as his eyes landed on a nearby tassel of spring blooms, having just removed one to weave it into Gabriella’s hair. That had been one moment where she smiled. Genuinely.

He sighed, running a tired hand over his face to watch the comings and goings of Morgana’s gatherings. Stepping lightly into the steady stream of greeters, he made his way towards the king’s ward, a token grin spread across his face. She was enjoying herself, then. At least, on the outside – which, if it was different to what she felt inside, was a small miracle in itself. It was not everyone who could so well disguise their feelings from the world. But anyone under public scrutiny would have had lengthy practice at that. Graciously, when he reached her, he dipped his head. “Heartfelt good wishes, my lady. May the year to come treat you well.” And with a kindly smile, creasing the premature lines in his face, he bowed away. She had many people waiting to offer similar words and he would not keep them from her.

He had not yet seen Brennan. And he was deeply concerned because of it. Perhaps the man had taken on some heed of his advice and decided not to show, given the couple that would invariably be present tonight. Although, having said that, he had seen no sign of the dark haired knight and his fiery haired wife. If he had any choice in the matter though, he would prefer to find his friend before the trio met and the men drew swords at each other’s throats.
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Balin le Savage
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Apr 13 2011, 08:31 PM #6

Balin was a little drunk. It was quite unlike him to become inebriated at such a social gathering. After all, Uther was somewhere in the background and if the old man saw him thus, he might drop dead. But the wine coursing through his veins helped him on the way to not caring. He held a full goblet now and talked steadily and softly to a Lady of court. She giggled, touched her hair, flirted openly and then he asked her to dance. It was an energetic affair, and he was sure he saw people glancing at him oddly. As if they thought he couldn't dance! Although it may have been because the woman was quite a lot older than him, in her sixties. He had met her in several occasions and she was highly intelligent and amusing. He always made a point of dancing with her at feasts and he didn't mind her flirting because he knew it was harmless. Bowing happily to the older woman, he kissed her fingers briefly and moved away to talk to others.

After a while of this, he found himself a little jaded. He knew everyone here. They may not have known him, but he knew little nuisances about them that made him keen to dance and chatter more. However, they were all far too boring. Or was he the boring one? His goblet was filled by a passing woman with dark hair and he nodded in thanks. Wasn't she....Lady Morgana's maid? He smiled a little and rose from his seat. Having not been this drunk in quite a long while, he found himself fuzzy and light, he urge to dance was overwhelming, the need to find Grace near a bed alike. But he was very sure Grace would not be amused by his state of drunkenness, and his lewd, drunken suggestion a little out of character.

"Sir Aidan...I did not know you would be attending?" he spoke as he always spoke, The only indicator to his being drunk might be that he smiled widely, or touched more, or grinned or laughed. Other than those things, he was steadfast. He saw a flash of red hair behind them somewhere "Ah, Lady Elaisse. I hear she is with child, I must offer my congratulation to her and Sir Taran....are you faring well?" he grinned widely, and reached out to lie a hand on Aidan's shoulder.
ALI MAKES AWESOME GRAPHICS.

I'VE GOT SOUL, BUT I'M NOT A SOLDIER
LET ME FLY, I NEED RELEASE FROM THIS TROUBLESOME MIND
FIX MY FEET WHEN THEY'RE STUMBLING, AND WELL YOU KNOW
IT HURTS SOMETIMES, YOU KNOW IT'S GONNA BLEED SOMETIMES
NOW HOLD ON, I'M NOT LOOKING FOR SWEET TALK, I'M LOOKING
FOR TIME, TOP A TOWER AND SLEEP WALK. BROTHER
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Brennan D'Averen
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Apr 13 2011, 10:36 PM #7

It was out of duty and propriety that Brennan woke up that morning to attend Morgana’s birthday celebration. He had been acting weird all week and had had more doors slammed shut in his face when he asked to search houses in hope of hiding evidence of vile rituals that he was hearing doors slamming everywhere. With his sanity not entirely intact, but functional, he stepped into the celebration zone wearing his finest blue garbs. The decorations, smiles and occasional greetings from familiar faces were met by hollow replies that tried their best to sound merry but instead appeared broken and awkward. Someone patted him on the back and he replied with a simple nod, now making his way through the crowd to look for Aidan.

The older knight had not seen him since he had run out of his house and he was determined to apologize for his brusqueness but not his intent. As fortune had it he was still alive, although the dark circles under his eyes were becoming old man-ish. It didn’t even cross his mind that Elaisse would be here also, for if it had, he would have never come around at all. A lot of things slipped from his consideration lately, another sign of his malfunctioning brain for the time being. He pushed himself through a group of guards and his eyes landed on a familiar figure he would have preferred never to have seen again. Stopping abruptly in the middle of a step with shock and desperation he stared from the considerable distance that did not permit him to think he was imagining things.

A choked moment of observation later he was moving again, in the opposite direction and towards the main table. If she would be on one side of the room then he would be on the other for something did not permit him to simply turn around and leave entirely. He still had to find Aidan and apologize but he beelined blindly through the gathered people and straight to a chair that was strategically close to an assortment of unhealthy beverages. Sitting down, he immersed himself in considering what he would drink first. There was something mad in his eyes as he examined the bottles with too great consideration. He forgot all about the present he had brought to give Morgana but remembered suddenly and got up to do just that.

Making his way to the string of people who waited to congratulate her and offer their best wishes he waited until his turn finally arrived. When his turn came he presented her with the gift in the most gracious manner he could muster and offered some oddly heartfelt wishes. His very failing sanity was talking to her and wishing her a life without troubles and shared love. She could have even though him a desperate admirer by the time he finished. Then he returned to his seat near the cluster of bottles. He would drink much today.
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Tewdwr Mawr
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Apr 13 2011, 11:21 PM #8

The letter of invitation had caught him unaware and at first he would have been inclined to decline the trip to Camelot for the celebration, but the consideration that he was so close and could justify his trek to Camelot through this most fortunate turns of events, made him pack and be ready to go. The journey would be boring but the promise of a party was always welcome. Morgana did seem to care for attention and this party in itself just proved his thoughts. With Charles and his men by his side he arrived in Camelot ready to make an impression. The smell of new streets was thrilling him and the looks he was getting were fresh and ready to enchant. There would be a room full of ladies to bewilder but the thrill from the thought was duller than usual.

He entered the ballroom dressed in deep red velvet. A vest of golds and lighter reds complimented his embroidered sleeves. Already intoxicated with the merriment of the gathering he decided to go straight to the birthday girl. His momentum dwindled slightly on the way as a familiar figure, brilliantly wrapped in blues, swung around in some man’s arms. He had not expected Rowena to be attending this party and he certainly had not thought to see her dancing so freely in her flowing dress. Politically correct as he was, he did not stare nor falter from his desired path but a dark grin spread so vide on the face of his inner self that it reached its ears. He would be having fun tonight.

Tewdwr reached Morgana and he bowed his head. One of his hands reached his chest while his other took one of hers with a flourish. He grinned widely, his eyes flickering with delight. “Lady Morgana of skin so fair and raven dark hair… I wish you naught but enjoyment and thrill in your life tonight and many nights into old age after that.” He kissed her hand gently and then presented her with a gift he took from Charles who lingered right next to him, so close the other was practically pressing into the prince. He seemed intimidated by the world around him in general and genuinely frightened into a violet blush at the sight of Morgana.

Seeing as there were more people who would like their chance of gifting her with words and items he departed with a devious wink, to allow them their moment. Charles bowed low and followed him as he headed for a table that was painfully close to the dance space. He took a seat and a sudden flutter of servants crowded him to offer beverages and appetizers. Taking a wine bottle with an appraising grin he waited for them to disperse into the room. Charles poured him a goblet and he took it gladly. Taking it up, he took a sip of the red liquid and over its rim he watched Rowena with predatory delight as if she was his own private entertainment, much to the ignorance of everyone else.
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Apr 13 2011, 11:37 PM #9

Taran sat at a table with several other Knights, one of a few Lords among them. He had left Elaisse to her own devices for now. He didn't want to make her feel coddled or suffocated, but he was keeping a close eye on her. He knew of her shy disposition and in her current state he wasn't sure how she would feel about dancing. He laughed with the Knights, spoke of recent hunting trips, of family business and their wives and children. But when the conversation lulled, he wished for all the world that Betheine was beside him, pressed into him, with her warmth and her laugh. He would go to find her later, after he had settled Elaisse in the town house by a cool open shutter.

He drunk down half a goblet of the fine wine and smiled, standing, making his excuses. He smoothed a hand over his fine tunic, and ruffled his curls a little. He wondered if his child would have curls....if his child before would have had curls.

God, no Taran...no. Don't think about that tonight...Elaisse needs you and so does Betheine.

Having presented his gift to Lady Morgana, he found himself needing to dance or spend his energy. He walked about the hall, talking to people he knew or recognised, laughing with people. He briefly walked past Elaisse and brushed her hand over her waist, kissing her lightly on the cheek. She knew where to find him if she had need, his insides turning with affection. Perhaps not the same affection as Betheine was granted, but affection all the same.

He walked over to a table stacked with ceramic containers of wine and mead. With a frown, he noticed Sir Brennan, his face in a frown "Have you happened upon Aidan this evening?" he filled a goblet with wine "You look a little out of sorts, you are well, I hope?"
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Aidan Vastel
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Apr 14 2011, 09:08 AM #10

A voice, a small greeting drifted to him, not unfamiliar in itself but not well known either. He was turning calming, an expectant look on his face, ready to return the greeting to whomever he met. Ah, Sir Balin. For reasons that made perfect sense, he associated the man now before him with many a lengthy war talk and deceptively diplomatic discussions. His presence had been adopted by Camelot in those times months ago when such talks were still going on, being finalized. Of course, he probably would deny it… but he had spent an impressive amount of time here. And in that time he had gathered a fast reputation – one that stemmed quite obviously from the one already established home city. People had quickly realised he would know most of their life story (present and past) from just a few conversations and well placed questions. It wouldn’t surprise him if he knew the court of Camelot wholly better than he did, from all his years living in the place. Aidan did not, however, remember the man smiling so much the last time they had spoken…

“And yet here I am, Sir Balin. There must be yet some things you are yet unaware of…” An easy grin lifted his lips. Behind them, he could feel the remnants of wine in his throat, comforting and leaving a lingering sensation of spice. A frown replaced the smile in a second, his neck twisting to see the same flash of auburn that Balin caught but a moment before. Something punched him squarely in the stomach and his frown deepened, but he was conscious of company and let it fall back to neutrality by the time he had turned back. So she was here, and Taran too no doubt. It just waited for Brennan to show and the whole unhappy trio would be complete. “I did not know she was with child?” He asked, he voice level, perhaps with a slight suggestion of surprise. He could feel his attention slipping, but held it in check. He prayed to God Brennan did not yet know of this. It may well just tip him over the edge, if he was not over it already. “I too must congratulate them both… I did not know.”

A hand found its way to his shoulder and he grinned widely at its presence. He did not know the man well enough really, but he could judge enough the things that were out of character for a person. “Well enough, I thank you.” His eyes, covered by the smile, revealed no hint of the misery that plagued the city that, no doubt, Balin was already aware of. He would not be the person to admit it, not to weaken an outsider’s view of his city. “And yourself? How long will you be staying with us this time? Long enough for another drink, at least, I trust.” And he reached out for another two goblets from a bobbing tray nearby, carried by yet another servant. He took a gulp from one, holding out the other expectantly for Balin to take. The night needed more drink.
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Apr 14 2011, 03:51 PM #11

Morgana's birthday feast was certainly a sight for sore eyes, Leon thought as he entered the large ballroom, his gaze sweeping from one side to the other in amazement. Though he was used to Uther putting on pompous displays of wealth, the king's ward always received the most elaborate attention every year on her birthday and it never failed to impress.

The knight had chosen a simple and elegant tunic of blue velvet with a silk lining, complete with a smart belt and a short dagger attached. It was not particularly common to bring weapons to special occasions but Leon liked to carry something he could fight with at all times, just in case. Call it paranoia but it made him feel safer. He did not want to be stranded if, forbid, they should be attacked on a day when their guard was down. As such he had also tightened the number of guards around the castle and entrances to the city, issuing his manservant with strict instructions to inform him the minute trouble appeared.

He stood for a moment, watching people dancing. Leon hoped he would not be called upon, dancing was not his forte. It wasn't that he was bad, per se, but he was definitely out of his comfort zone when the occasion called for such grace. There were many beautiful women in the room, the knight could not help noticing, with what he assumed were the latest fashions adorning their garb. His stomach clenched a little when he spotted Rowena Harvey, stunning in a pale dress, smiling unreservedly as she danced. It would not do to allow his emotions such free rein however, the knight sighed to himself grimly. He could not risk taking a wife at such a stage in his career, could not endanger her or risk leaving children behind if he should fall in battle. The pain of losing his mother in his childhood was such that he never wished anybody else to feel if he could at all help it.

He would enjoy the day though, Leon resolved, he would be informed of trouble in an instant, and there were plenty of men among the knights he truly liked to converse with at the feast. Perhaps he'd even allow himself an extra goblet of wine. Leon chuckled to himself, he must appear so boring to others at times.

The knight moved towards the centre of the room, scanning the crowds for the Lady Morgana. Since it was her birthday he supposed he ought to greet her before he started chatting to others. A little apprehensive - the good lady always made him nervous with her conversation as he tried to remain respectful - he at last saw her standing in a crowd with adoring admirers, a goblet in her elegant hand.

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Brennan D'Averen
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Apr 14 2011, 04:28 PM #12

Brennan’s gaze was glued to the containers of festive liquid but he seemed to have a hard time actually serving himself something. The celebratory atmosphere did little to lift the shadows from his eyes or brighten his face with a smile. It was hard even to force himself to be joyful and he knew that the only way he would become more festive would be through drinks. Then again, if he drank too much, he didn’t know what he was capable of doing or saying! And with Elaisse, Taran and all of Camelot and friends present, he supposed it would the worst time to be inebriated.

Taran’s voice startled him against his seat. Sighing heavily he nodded unconvincingly. “I’m fine,” he said. “I’ll be fine.” A cringing smile was all he could afford the other knight. “I’ve been working too much lately, it’s taking its toll.” At least that wasn’t entirely insincere. He had been scavenging around the city for a few days now, trying to shed some light on the curse situation to no avail. The first time that Brennan had offered his congratulations about Taran’s wedding he had not known who the bride was. The slightly older knight decided it would be best never to be so ignorant ever again and he needed to start attending all weddings his fellow knights were involved in.

“The…” He tried for a topic of discussion. “The Lady Morgana looks quite breath-taking today,” he observed, quite sure that he had not even noticed her dress but convinced it would have been utterly fabulous nonetheless. “The celebration will be well received, after so many weeks of darkness. The people needed some release.”
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Apr 14 2011, 08:12 PM #13

It was the day of the feast and Grace had watched anxiously as Brennan dressed in fine blue clothes and left the house. When she'd heard the front door close, she had all but run to fetch Mary. She must go to that feast! It sounded like so much fun and it had been so long since she'd been to one. While the street fayre sounded like fun, to be in a room filled with nobles and rich wine and decadent food was too good to pass up. Besides, Balin had said he would be there and it would be a chance to make up to him in person. Grace had thought it through. She would wear her nice blue dress with the red beads Balin had given her in her hair along with some flowers so one couldn't easily tell that her hair was short. And when asked who she was, she would simply say that she was a guest of Sir D'Averen's from town. It was perfect. After all, it wasn't as if anyone remembered much the following day.

"Mary!" Grace called as she ran into her own room, or the one Brenna had given her. "Would you please help me get dressed? I'm going to the feast!" Mary gave a tired chuckle but waddled over to help Grace with her outfit. She tied to blue laces and sat the jumpy Grace down to fix her hair. There were some frustrated, but good-natured mutterings from the servant as she had never tried to style such short hair before. But, at long last, Grace's short hair had been tucked up and with the help of some flowers, the beads and a long strip of cream fabric she looked presentable. Certainly not a rich member of royalty, but at least she didn't look like a common tavern girl. With a squeal of girlish excitement, Grace took off for the castle, only realizing part way there that it wasn't a short walk. But still, she could hear the music playing and see the lights of the castle and it kept her spirits up.

Once inside, Grace couldn't help but be in awe. It looked lovely, the hall filled to the brim with people. They were milling around, dancing, sitting at tables and talking. Grace exhaled happily and went about the room, quite happy to just smile and watch. She kept an eye out for Brennan, afraid of what he would say when he saw her, if he saw her. She kept a keen eye out searching for Balin, in his possible blonde glory. She couldn't suppress a girlish giggle when a man winked at her as she passed him. She walked through the crowd to a table and turned to pluck a fruit from a platter that had been laid out. She turned to observe and flirt with the people gathered.

...and forget about my tainted heart
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Apr 14 2011, 08:49 PM #14

Morgana was approached by the Breton Prince, and as he bowed, she smiled widely, warmly. He was good looking, and gracious it seemed. But there was something in the way he held himself that didn't seem right to her. Perhaps he was one of those languid, arrogant Princes. Of course, she had heard of his reputation, but Princes taking hoards of women to their beds wasn't particularly uncommon. Arthur was the exception to the rule of course, and sickeningly chivalrous and honourable "Nozvezh vat, Your Highness. I accept this gift with wholehearted pleasure and will treasure it" as he bowed and walked away, she arched a brow and grimaced a little. What an odd man. It was quite possible that he thought the same of her.

Placing the gift on a table, she stroked it a little and smiled. Perhaps he wasn't too bad. she would observe him for the night and judge then. With a sigh she moved down from the dias and took up a goblet of the strongest wine in her hand, gathering her skirts into one hand, she swept through the crowd towards a small table and picked a few hazelnuts, putting them in her mouth, chewing. They were the green, Spring hazelnuts that could be picked easily from bushes. From the corner of her eyes she noticed blonde hair and a blonde-ish beard. With a large smile she walked over to the Knight "Sir Leon" she curtsied a little and let her skirts fall, so she could place a hand on his arm "What a pleasure to see you here tonight. I hope you are well? I confess am I a little tipsy from the wine, but I am keen on the idea of dancing" she looked up at him through her lashes and sipped at her wine. She was a little tipsy, but so far no one had noticed. Hopefully none of her Ladies would have to smuggle her out laughing hysterically. She grinned widely at the man. It was true that this feast was simply a political affair, but it didn't mean she couldn't have....fun.
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Rowena Harvey
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Apr 14 2011, 10:14 PM #15

The music was reaching its peak. Rowena could feel the skirts of the other girls swirling around her, swishing around her own. The rhythm was pulsing through her body, matching the racing of her heart as it beat its own heightened pace from the influence of alcohol and dance. Every now and again, she would catch a glimpse of the floral decorations as she span and twisted. Her duke (lord?) kept a firm grip on her, though whether that was his wine speaking or a concern for her own balance she was not quite sure. She hadn’t consumed that much… had she?

The dance was ending, winding down to final curtsy, a bow. She dipped low and then rose again to clap and laugh with the rest of her merry folk as the musicians started up again, a lively tune. Rowena grinned but shook her head as her partner asked her for another dance, instead her led her to the edge of the dance floor. His arm was around her waist. Well now, that would get people talking. A flash of maroon, a flop of blonde hair. Tewdwr was here then, watching her like a hawk. She sent him a knowing smile, her eyes silently scolding him for being so open in his observations, but she ducked into a distant curtsy none the less.

And her attention was back with the man by her side. A part of her would much rather talk to the prince, but there was no shaking this man now. Besides, he wasn’t so bad… A servant passed them and he snatched up more wine for them, but she declined, her head already spinning happily from the dancing. She may need to sit down eventually…
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