#earthrunes

"You'll get little sympathy from me on that, sir. You were leaving her unprepared to learn how to manage her true nature when your enchantment can no longer hold her someday."

He peers up at Coradel in the brief moment between the Nocker and Kin leaving and the next supplicants. "Is court ALWAYS this amusing, Lady?"

Quietly to Delores, "Thank you, yes."

A grin to Vince. "Not nearly. Perhaps it's your influence, Whiskers."

"Still, you must give the poor man credit. His cantrip skills must be powerful indeed to withhold nature's bounty..."

Clancy Keller winces and bobs his head, "Begging the court's pardon" /His daughter, still angry at him, never the less takes his arm to let him know it's okay /Delores gives a whisper to another boggan who nods back. Setting wardrobe help and advice in motion.

"Truth." She looks to the nocker. "What is your specialty in craft?"

...before they go.

"Oh, mostly I work on Body Repair at a car shop, but back in college I studied Structural Engineering" He answers

She gives a wry grin. "Apparently. Well...I will keep you in mind should we have need of your skills." She nods again, and they seem to have been dismissed to the boggans' tender care.

Inish says "Next, Miss Zara of the slaugh would present Almandine , Knight of Eiluned, Before your Court. The Court notes that Sir August has asked that Miss Zara's kindness to the court in assisting him be taken into account with all her requests."

Zara hesitates before approaching - a little frown as too many eyes turn towards her.

A whisper from Almandine, "You look very dignified, Miss Zara. Fear not."

Leonora smiles to see Zara again.

"Zara?" Coradel leans forward, curious, and nods a welcome to the Eiluned knight. "Greetings, Sir Almandine."

Dark eyes seek the dais - no August! - and there's a flutter of nerves. She manages a graceful bow, bending bonelessly low over the hand on her chest.

"Mmm, he looks good enough to gobble up. With almonds, and butter." An undertone, just for Coradel's ears (and possibly, keen sluagh), before he falls quiet for her to work her (figurative!) magic.

One redcap eyes Zara, muttering to a friend

A bit of a smile for Vince's comment.

"An honor, your Baroness," The Eiluned says

A glance at the cap, keen ears missing little...

"What brings you to EarthRunes, Sir Almandine?"

And a whisper for Cora. It does not carry. no, not even to the Eiluned.

"A hope for haven, and, if I maybe bold, an offer of my services perhaps as Seer? I am skilled in Soothsay, and my senses for magics used about me are very keen. "

She nods in agreement, gesturing at the sidhe.

He peers at the sluagh as her lips move, but is suddenly distracted as the Eilunid mentions being a Seer... golden eyes flickering with interest.

The sidhe may or may not notice the pooka's attention, but attends to the Baroness' next words

"A seer? We do have need of one. But can you tell me more of your need for haven?"

"I am currently without household or access to bale, as a sidhe, well, I confess to being a bit more vulnerable than some to winter's ravages," He answers with an incline of his head, his dark hair spilling. Unlike Magnus, he is not as fearlessly sure of himself as that Fiona, but nor is as he as modest as August. Rather, his eyes seem to be trying to read her own gaze.

She raises her hand.

She looks from the sidhe to the sluagh. "Zara? Come forward so I can hear you."

the crowd yammering gets shushed as Inish says "Courtesy to all Kith and their needs. That has not changed." A stern glare. And the crowd quiets

She steps closer, boldly climbing a few steps. "I ask this for him. Freely, of my own volition. Please, for me, grant this."

Almandine gives Zara a grateful look

She looks a bit surprised, but nods. "So granted." To the sidhe, "Sir Almandine, you have been spoken for by a beloved friend of this court. I welcome you, and offer haven."

"I am grateful, Baroness, to you, and to she who spoke on my behalf." A bow to the Baroness, and a gestures of fingers to heart to the Good Sluagh.

She steps back, bowing once more.

He leans in towards the sluagh as she approaches, but merely gives her an encouraging purr.

And he too backs up.

And, once cleared, she does a remarkably swift job of making herself scarce.

"I...would like to know more of your situation, Sir Almandine. Perhaps we might speak in more detail in a bit more privacy...either now or later."

"I am at your disposal, Baroness " He says honestly

"there is one last on the list, Freeholder" Inish says

"Then...before supper tonight, Sir Almandine." She nods to dismiss him.

"I shall alert the cooks to start on the green beans." Again, a low rumble, amused.

If Vince is in reach, he gets a swat on the shoulder. "You'll make the jester jealous, Whiskers."

Oh, he does get swatted. But, it must be borne, as to move away would also put him out of reach of scritches.

She's less likely to scritch him when he's in human form, he may have noticed.

"Last is Tytus of the Rovers," the almost savage looking ogre (Still a troll, not a Thallian, but definitely unseelie ) is a hirsuite brute who has a wickedly spiked morning star that would require two hands for most

Yet, hope springs eternal, and he lounges on that hope. Or rather, he now is poised, still in a languid posture, but the Lady may notice that his muscles are tensed, held in ready, as he watches the man approach. His tail twitches once, twice.