#earthrunes

Almandine moves through the hold, the essence of Fiona has filled the area, with Liamesque overtones, and yet one cannot completely do away with decades of Eiluned will and rule. This place has secrets

"Almandine? That's a rare name, almost unheard of" Magnus says from a corner.

"In Fiona circles, I'm sure, " Alamandine agrees, "May I help you, Reeve?" the two dark haired sidhe stare at each other. the Eiluned's eyes a sparkling blue so dark as to be almost black, the Fiona's a vibrant mischievous green.

"Perhaps I can help you," Magnus replies, "You seem a bit lost. For all your wandering."

"Not all who wander are lost," Almandine replies in turn, "I am...fascinated by this hold. My House's lot is to ever learn."

"But to learn for what cause or end," Magnus says "That is the question."

"To question is the end" Alamandine answers tilting his head.

A grin, "I trained with too many Eiluned to believe its always that simple," Magnus chuckles.

"I am pleased for you that you were trained with the best," Almandine inclines his head, "Anything else, Sir?"

"In your research, I trust you will bring all you learn to the Baroness and or Chancellor should you uncover things?" Magnus says in a tone that is not quite a question.

"I have always envied the Fiona capacity for complete trust," Almandine says after a moment's pause, "I will, as Seer, perform my duties to the best my abilities and judgment can provide. Rest assured of that."

Magnus grins a bit, both respect and challenge rising in his eyes, "Well, then, perhaps I will help you. An extra set of eyes can often aid in all such matters. I am moderately good at Soothsay, Chronos, and am ..trained in more mundane investigations. I've been looking into your past. Only to discover,you don't seem to have one."

"seem. A powerful word, one that breaks absolutes on the altar of perception. My House thrives under the cloak of Seem. As you know." The Eiluned confides.

"Yes well, fiona are known for fashion," The Silver Lion Knight says "So, if I find your code of dress not suited this court, understand I will do my utmost to put you in a better, perhaps more revealing , wardrobe. Noted?" Magnus asks.

"Sir Magnus, your House is known for often trying to get folks out of clothes for reasons far beyond Fashion. I am flattered, but, speaking as a member of a more conservative House, I shall continue to strive to keep some modesty." He bows.

"You should be so lucky, Sir," a chuckle from Magnus, and he bows back, "But my preferences fall towards Ailil women."

"And who can blame you" Almandine nods, and withdraws

Magnus looks intrigued, then turns down the hall way to find said certain Ailil woman. Claire is fresh from Patrol.

She smiles after they kiss a greeting, and says "You and the new Seer done comparing wands yet?"

"Staves, dear, male mystics compare staves" he insists.

She rolls her eyes "Truly, powerful wizards indeed do like to bend reality. What did he say?"

"In a nutshell? No way in hell was he going to make any prying I did into his life or reasons for being here easy" Magnus says

"Ha! Eiluned." She smirks, "I warned you. This one isn't just cute. He's got Zara's respect, and that means he's done something secretly impressive with talent to boot."

"well, yes, perhaps I should just ask Miss Zara abou... cute?"

"Handsome really" She says "He has that glorious darke eiluned hair."

"I have dark hair" he protests.

"You have 'dark' hair, Eiluned men have 'Darke' hair, silent e of mystery and everything." She walks with him, "it's really rather appealing."

"there is no silent E in Eiluned Dark" he protests.

"One way for a girl to find out, you know we do each have have that list of alternates you suggested." SHe says

"He's not on it"

"He Could be." sing song

"he really couldn't" Musically back

(end scene)

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Chancellor Bird has a message, so it seems, as Inish, Herald of the land seeks her out.

Sparrow heads across the rods after class, satchel of homework bumping against her hip.

She, indeed, avoids going home. Busy night.

Haste haste haste and.... security on the trods is increased, but the thanes bow to her as she comes through the Firnost one. One saying, helpfully, "Chancellior? The Herald has been looking for you"

"I heard. You know where he's at?"

"I'm afraid he could be anywhere in the hold at this point, but I would try the bar. Claurichans can be terrible drunks, but they do love a touch of the grape now and then."

She raises an eyebrow. "That bad a day?"

"I don't know, I'm a troll not a boggan," the Thane says

"Noted." A quirk of a smile before heading bar-wards.

"And... " A slurred voice, "You knew who ye were then, back in the day I'm saying, not all this court flippin strangness you hear about this day, summer or on top or winter, don't make a bloody swirl of it..." A sigh" Course, the baron, rest his heart, was a hard one to read, but you know, grand exception proves the rule? Now adays seems liike ye got wilders changing courts like pair of leggings. Damn I miss bare legs. Things were better when women wore dresses and had bare legs..."

She lingers by the door, wings flicking neatly against her back and settling as she listens.

"BRING BACK FIREFLY' Stomping hand against the bar

"That's the space show, right?"

"Oh, you don't know, you poor girl, probably never seen it. It was grand, glorious... " the tipsy herald says 'And then they killed it... and, one movie after, and...it's gone forever now" Looks like he lost a friend

"Well, that's a shame then."

"Oh, your chanceliorship.." He drops out of the stool to bow, how he does it inebriated can only be explained by practice "I've...I've a messae for ye."