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Calanthe's arrival at Earth Runes (Before Friday the 13th)..which is Monday the 12th, has her greeted by Oswald the troll thane, he bows, then raises a brow as she approaches the main entry way .

She strides forward, her gown swishing around long and shapely legs. The color pattern, silver and onyx, would be stunning on one with pale porcelain complexion and matching dark hair. This evening, however, her foundation lends her a sallow, greenish pallor, accented unfortunately by blush and lip liner that lends itself better towards a shade called 'Pumpkin' than 'Princess'.

"No official court today, Dame" he states simply as she passes. A courtesy and she's not expected to respond. He smiles just a bit though.

She smiles back - the formality and grandeur of the more established hold are quite appealing. Inward she sweeps, seeking Sir Sergei.

Man. A fellow Cosplayer. I never would have guessed He thinks as she goes on.

Ser Sergei is normally amonng the kennels or Ayrie, of course

But as she moves past the court room, she hears voices talking, an impromptu Salon

"... can't have the child soon enough to be honest. If I hear one more 'she dragon nesting' joke I may do violennce" one female voice.. she might recognize as Dame Claire

"I take it the term 'glow' is a test of luck?" Another woman's voice "Really, Dame Claire, if I ever have a kid I hope I look half as good. Though.. nope, no child for me thanks"

Ah, a fellow Ailil. If one that is sadly lessened by her unfortunate leanings towards the Seelie court, she is still a house member. Calanthe pauses outside and taps lightly on the doorway.

"Come in" Someone says "it's an open salon"

Calanthe strides in and looks to see who is in the Dame's company.

Indeed, if she goes in, she sees a lovely buffet set up, trays with finger foods. There's Dame Claire, Dame Leonora, Dame Agginncourt (But she's a boggan, Dougals will let anyone in). Sir Bachion, Fiona Satyr, Lady Jeneete De Beaumayn

and a few servants

There is also a jester, Shalimar, the skunk pooka. Oddly, when he sees her, he grins, walks past her and goes "My shift is over? Tag you're it. Don't expect big tips from table 3"

Her brows (elegantly pointed, but dusted from the lashes up with a rather unfortunate shade of teal) raise slightly. "Good evening, dames, Lady. Dame Claire, I did not intend to interrupt your soirée, but would be remiss in not at least greeting my house sister."

"You do me honor, Dame Calanthe" She says. Oh she is showing, and yes, the dream has decided to supplement this with a glow, sidhe birthright in effect. But she is not wearing her usual armor "I.. " She seems to be gazing over her house sister with curious intensity "I Hope it goes well at Silverwolf?"

"Everything goes swimmingly. The Baron is working with Cavaliers quarterly for a special expose on centaurs starring our newest addition. Your Lady mother-in-law may be interested when this is published, with her equestrian leanings. Might I say, you look... stunning. Pregnancy suits you, which is something not many can claim." Surprisingly enough, with all sincerity.

"She might indeed, and, thank you, thouh I shall be glad when I'm in fighting trim" Her house siser says "Please, can we get you a drink?"

"How was the costume party?" Dame Leonora asks

"Appreciated, but no, I'm on my way to seek Sir Sergei, we have reservations at Le Petit Snoot." Naming a high end restaurant in the area. Calanthe purses her lips and gives Leonora a look that is half questioning, half guarded with suspicion. "Pardon?"

Dame Aginncourt scratches her head "I can't figure it out, is it Oompa loompa or wicked witch of the west?"

Jennnette says "I think she's a most excellent harlequin"

"Ah, Le Petit Snoot, Very nice" Dame Claire inclines her head "I haven't had the pleasure in a while. They do have the most deliightful truffles"

Leonora's lip twitches "Wait, ah.. did you NOT intend those hues?"

Sir Bachdion coughs into his hand, politely and head jerks a hint for Dame Calanhe to take a peek in one of the reflective serving trays

Calanthe gives the boggan a glare, and then a glance at Jeanette - one does not glare at a Lady, and for a moment, she looks concerned. "Dame... Leonora, is it?" It is by a narrow margin that she changes her mind about what she may have been about to say, and glances into the the silver platter instead, and she pales ever-so-slightly. "Ah." One must not back down nor admit a mistake - but a touch of red adds itself to the orange-ish hue on her cheeks.

"Yes, Dame Leonora," the Fiona puts on a smile that's just a bit too sweet "Of House Fiona"

Bachdion however says "If I may?" Sir Bachion moves to her, offering her a kerchief , "Dame Calanthe, would you like a chance to..freshen up?"

Calanthe puts on her own smile. "It's the latest pallet from La Prairie. A gift from my lord's current paramour. Alas, good breeding does not always lend itself to good taste, I fear." To Bachdion, "Thank you, I would welcome that."

"Ah, you've been had, Dame, everyone has at one time or nother" Agincourt states, "Best to show her where she can get cleaned up"

"Ahem" Sir Bachdion offers his arm and starts to guide calanthe

Leonora shakes her head "Yes, otherwise there's not likely to be much breeding, good or otherwise, at least not at Le Petite snoot, they're.. fussy" A sip

She allows the Satyr knight to lead her, but pauses to look back at Leonora, curiously. "Oh? I had heard good things. Is there a venue you might recommend? I am only passing familiar with the Jefferson City dining scene." Acknowledging her knowledge in the area.

At that, Leonora gentles a bit "They really do have the best truffles there to be fair, but they can be a touch too formal and the ambiance can nbe, well, not bannal, but static. Still, a lovely dining experience. If you're actually wanting high class, but fun? I suggest the Crystal Palace Reborn, living proof English Cooking is not a loss actually."

"And it has a place for dancing" She adds, speakin of the Crystal Palace Reborn

She nods. "I'll be sure to investigate that, if not tonight, then on another occasion. Ladies, it has been a pleasure. Dame Claire, my congratulations." Having decided that polite exit is the better point of valor.

they nod to her and wish her well.

Sir Bachdionn escorts her to a lady's changing room with wash basin, mirrorr.. and the satyr says "I am terribly sorry about this event. But the advantage of your kith has blunted any trouble, lady"

Her gaze lingers on the Ailil mother to be, and there is something in her glance... that perhaps only Agincourt might pick up on, before she's ushered away.

To Sir Bachdion, she confides, "I am not sure if it was ignorance as to proper color pallets on Lady Nadeen's end, or a cruel jest." A soft sigh - is she, actually disappointed, perhaps even hurt. "And here I thought that we were building a rapport. It saddens me, to think that the Baroness would feel such pettiness as befitting her new role. I must instead believe that the fault is my own. Thank you, Sir, I appreciate your assistance ere I greet Sir Sergei."

"I do not know Lady Nadeen well, though she never struck me as cruel so I hope it is mere ignorance, if I may?" If he allows, he helps wipe away the make up expertly, as well as any Lady's maid. Clearly he has practice "Fault aside, such squabbles between two youthful and intelligent noble women as yourself always seemed a waste to me and I would hope the baroness would know that. You and she would be a fiercely effective force for Silverwolf if you worked together. And, while it's not my place to offer, should you ever choose to leave Silverwolf, I think Sir Sergei would be delighted to yield to you the ayrie here to run. We're more casual than we look, but we do have more balls"

"I would hope so as well." She answers, the picture of gracious forgiveness. On the suggestion of switching venues - Lady Calanthe looks affronted for a moment, before she smooths her feathers back down. "It is an intriguing notion, I admit, and Earthrunes does have much that I can only hope that our hold will one day aspire to, but... Silverwolf has always been my home."

"And Silverwolf deserves high praise in turn, but yes, home is precious to the heart for us all," the satyr concedes "Perhaps you and the Baroness could work together in emulating a few things about Earth Runes that you see as aspiring to? Is there something you like best about Earth Runes you hope to bring about at home?"

Calanthe gazes into the mirror, and with just her normal touch-up brushes in her handbag, is soon back to a clownless visage. In fact, the understated touches of just a touch of mascara and a hint of blush to her cheeks is, perhaps, even more fetching than her normal more outgoing makeup standards.

"Between you and I?" She confides in the satyr, "Sir Sergei is all I could imagine in a suitor. Kind without cloying, understated rather than doting, and without any of those looming intimations of trueheart oaths. Any hold that boasts such a Knight has much to recommend it on all angles."

"I shall keep that confidence with delight at the honor it implies that you trust me so," A brow "Am I to infer that you hope to wrest him from us?"

She considers this for a moment, as she purses her lips to dab on just a touch of gloss to finish the look. "It would be quite the coup, would it not?" A smile, and not an answer.

"Ha" he says cheerily, "Yes, it would and while I would lament the loss to our hold, I would have to admire it."

The satyrl ooks her over "Dazzling, the light touch is like moonlight on marble- just enough to add to a natural shine"

A smile at Bachdion, and she seems much restored to good humor. Perhaps enough even to not take out annoyance at the waitstaff later this evening. "I see what the Baroness Coradel admires in you, perhaps just a bit. Thank you, Sir Bachdion. I've enjoyed our chat. I should find my date, however, before your holds fine boggans start on about the interlude between us just now. I dare say it was brief enough that any chatter would be forestalled, as a true gentleman would not accomplish anything worth discussing in such a short time."