#anywhere

While Coradel wines and dines, August has made a friend, but alas, the other scribe must part

And he finds himself approached by another sidhe, a spindly fellow in blue and silver, not the most handsome guy as sidhe go, which means he's good looking or at least cute compared to non sidhe

August nods politely.

"Pardon me, I'm Sir Oles ap Liam. I just wanted to, well, shake your hand"

Mystified, August offers said appendage "An honor, I'm sure, Sir Oles, my House brother."

"You've done a lot for the reputation of the House, Baron. Every barrier you broke , made it easier for the rest of us to get acceptence"

His grip is warm and firm

"I'm sure it's not any effort of my own that has had a beneficial effect for our House." he says seriously "All of Liam strives to be honest and true despite our House's curse. Our caretaking and protection of mortals, and especially Dreamers, helps all of the Dreaming and Fae. That is the true goal."

UTTERLY sincerely.

Oles smiles 'words to live by, but your efforts have made ripples that lifted many of us so we can better help the sons of adam and daughters of eve"

"I am, of course, honored to hear that."

"If I may? I have been working with a program to encourage American sign language being taught at public schools. Do you know if the schools of Jefferson City would be open to that?"

"I cannot speak for the public school system; it is difficult to approach such institutions, even for Liam. But I have some contacts in the parochial system that I would be happy to reach out to. I think it is a fine idea to increase communication any way we can."

"I would appreciate that," He says "would it be untoward to give you my contact information at party?"

A gentle smile "Not at all, Sir. I hope we can correspond closely."

He turns it over

He turns his contact info over "Appreciated, Baron. Truly. I should give you room anew. I hope you're enjoying the party/'

"Thank you. It seems to be... exactly as promised." he agrees about the party.

"probably tame compared to a Fiona hold" He observes

"Ah. Well." a bit pink 'round the collar "That might be ... ah... in the eye of the beholder."

"Well, I suppose this is more a court gather than a proper party here anyway. The Duke and Duchess are giving audiances right and left. '

"Yes, indeed."

A woman slides towards them, a satyress, slinky red outfit, a lion pin.

August clears his throat, nods respectfully to the lady.

"You're August, pardon, Baron August" her eyes roamed up and down August "My fellow Fiona sing your.. praises . they say you are up to the challenge of ANY Lioness."

"Ah. I, ah. I don't know who... but... I, ah... I think you have the advantage of me?" he ends weakly.

"Sinestra ' she purs 'a pleasure"

He offers his hand. "The honor is mine."

She takes it, her hand over his.

He bows over it; no kiss or attempted kiss. Just an honor. He straightens.

"Tell me, Baron, how... generous is your wife with what is hers?"

"You would need to ask that of her." he draws himself up.

"Oh I'm Sure she wouldn't object... " her eyes appraise him

"I am not as sure." he responds quietly, to save her misunderstanding. "I fear you are under some confusion. Thank you for introducing yourself but I think I am called upon elsewhere."

A troll in gold and green says "Indeed, Baron." He gestures "I was hoping you'd join me on matters of Gwydion Liam interaction. It seems to be working well in Brightwinds."

"Excuse me. " to the satyress, and he turns to the troll "At your disposal."

"Thank you, Baron" He offers a bow and a hand in that order.

And it is accepted in that order. "Sir?"

"Durnor" he says, and in a softer voice he says "My apologies for intruding, but at the time it looked like you could use some assistence in an escape of sorts. Dame Synestra is...shameless I fear. and not overly burdened by honor."

"I thank you for your kindness, Sir Durnor."

"House Liam has served House Gwydion well, in its way. though we are not always in tune. I hope my liege has not been too brusque with you and your wife. He .. is under pressure"

"I am sure we can all understand that."

"Most generous of you. His grace IS a good man. Else I would not have sworn to him. Still, given the displeasure hinted at I confess I'm surprise to see Earthrunes show itself"

A pause, and the baron responds "As you say."

"I mean no insult, Baron. I lack your kith's gift for high court ettiquette"

"No insult intended, given, or taken, Sir."

A nod . He looks thoughtful, then apparently decides to curve the discussion towards more pleasant subjects "I hear the horses of Earth Runes are second to none. "

"I am not an expert, Sir, but that is the impression I have as well."

"The Duke enjoys horses more than I, but I've taken up the hobby."

"I am under the impression that different Kith require different steeds." conversationally.