#earthrunes

He moves forward smoothly, and it is revealed that the light tinkling is from a silver bell, strung on a silken cord around his neck to dance loosely on his chest as he moves. "It is my pleasure to present you, Count Honeyblade, with a sweet libation of my own derivation." Drawing forth a wine glass and pouring just a touch of red into it, swirling a touch before offering to the Count in classic sommellier manner, for him to taste and state whether it is fit to serve before pouring the rest.

Coradel watches the production with quiet appreciation.

The Count takes it, and says "A toast to Earth Runes! May your baroness sweeten the water of your life, and add heat to your fire as she tends to you"

He drinks it and then hands it back, "exquisite."

"Most kind, Excellency," Coradel affects a gracious nod.

A bow of his head as he accepts the glass, and pours again, this time to an appropriate level.

The glass that he presents to the Count is twirled before he hands it over, and the liquid within - dances. Swirling, sparkling nebulas flow, combine, and twist through the liquid, like watching the waters of a river dance as they tumble freely into the sea. Silvery streams flowing through red red wine, Fiona red chased with leonine silver.

"In honor of our noble visitor, from one Lion to another. Though your title is proof that your Pride is greater than any this lowly pooka may boast of, I dare to argue that my pride at the honor of serving you shall triumph this evening."

Having served the Count, he also offers glasses to Coradel, Deryn, and the others present, in the correct order dictated by proper etiquette.

A glimmer of glamour touches the glasses, but other than sparkling a bit in a lovely manner, appears to have no other affect.

"Ohhh....oh, that's lovely." Coradel holds her glass up to the light to enjoy the swirling shapes before she sips.

Sparrow raises her glass to the dais before drinking.

A toast to Count before she sips. "You honor us with your visit, Excellency, and may you find your time here pleasurable." She savors the wine a moment.

"A toast that blesses indeed," he sips, then says "And not the least of the pleasures is the potables"

"May I ask when you arrived in the area, Excellency? And what brought you here?"

He purrs with appreciation - as though the Count's remark was entirely directed to him.

Another low bow before nobles all, and murmurs, "Tis but an expression of what the hold offers, that I am honored to be allowed to present." The bell around his neck tinkling merrily every time he dips his head in a bow, before he steps back once more.

The troubadours and other court members are offered glasses as well, set aside for when they might have a moment to drink - or if declined, glasses of sparkling water (which dances similarly in the light) presented. Perhaps not entirely proper for etiquette, but no one told him NOT to...

Stevi wets her lips almost not noticing the wine, but she takes it. Gideon politely declines

Coradel seems completely okay with everybody getting a drink. Of course everybody should enjoy this.

"Well, in truth? I had heard of Dark Kin in the area, rumors of a redpath. I'm sure the Rover tried to warn me, but danger has it's own appeal"

A bit of surprise. "Yes...there have been attacks. If I may ask...do you know the Rover's name? There are a few with which I'm acquainted."

"i'm afraid I don't recall the name. Ruggedly handsome fellow though"

"If I may ask? Are you plannin on calling a wyld hunt ? Nothing gets things done like encouraging your warriors to let loose their inner predators upon a foe. Exciting for them, an I would guess you. "

Coradel turns her glass in her hands a few times, considering the shimmer. "I hadn't considered it. Not without a clear target. Too much opportunity for...collateral damage, and I'll not have the locals harmed."

"Admirable, your passion for your people speaks well of you"

A demure nod. "There are fine people here, and many with the potential to be fine people. I'd like to see them have the chance. But, should the enemy present himself...well, I've not called a wyld hunt before. Have you?"

And, as he turns to serve Shalimar, he pauses, then moves past him. A pointed slight! He swishes his tail as he flounces past, and sets the last glass out aside. "And all deserving have been served, than warrant a taste of this fine vintage." He says, announcing a rather unrequired fact. "I do hope the others may desire a refill, otherwise, it would be a shame to consign such a lovely draught to the drain."

"Yes, it's rather exciting, and it is a force of chaos. Every kith to some degree or another, feels the old way stir in them, they fly wild on the trail and no matter how strong the foe, they now face the combined power of a community turned into a pack... or perhaps in our case, a Pride. "

Shalimar sniffs, "Why be cruel to the drains?"