#earthrunes

Innish, who is going along, nods, "Aye. Delores has things well in hand. And I have arranged for travel in style to arrive for us all."

August offers Derynwydd a kiss on the cheek. "Magnificent indeed." with a soft smile, and to Magnus he offers both a hand and a hug if he wishes. "Thank you. You're very handsome yourself."

"Thank you. I don't have a weapon, that may count against me with a militant man like the count, but I'm hoping the Alexandre Dumas style will please the countess."

"Well, we'll make an impact."

"Indeed," Innish says as there is a flapping of wings above, "We will."

Coradel hears the sound and looks up. "Innish, what exactly....?"

August looks up too, moving his hand to his sword hilt.

A dozen elegant swans pull the chariot, each as white as fresh fallen snow, the carriage trails behind them with a lightness like a leaf, and appears to be crafted of cherry wood with designs that bespeak of germanic or Dutch styles, but a soft touch at it to be sure.

"Oh, wow..."

Magnus lays low a whistle, impressed also.

Coradel blinks, then gives Innish a suspicious look. "Just what exactly did you have to bargain away to obtain this?"

"Favors already owed, is all, favors already owed," Innish says

Leonora mutters "How much to buy? Wow."

Bachdion appears to be in the driver's seat, "Normally Sir Sergei would fly this, but ah.. given the Countess to be is of Slaugh kith?"

She shakes her head, and leans to kiss Innish's cheek. "You have done beautifully, however it was done."

"Oh... yes, that seemed to be an issue for him."

"Good thinking," she says to Bachdion. "Well, then...let's be off." She allows August to help her into the chariot.

Innish blushes lightly "Ah, off with us all I think."

And he does.

Vince is resplendent in red silk and snappy silver leggings, hair tied back with a matching ribbon and braided to remain in place. He seemed taken back and was speechless for a moment at the invite, saying something about being dishonored at the request.

His eggy-wegg charges left in Delores’s care for the evening, he has retired for the nonce the baby-bjorn-esque carrier that he has been sporting proudly with eggs in tow. On his very best behavior, he doesn’t even swat at the swans, tempting as they may be.

Delores waves to them all, and is actually using the same baby carrier "Dame Claire and I have everything taken care of here."

Dame Jennette looks speechless at the swan carriage, and aids Sparrow up, not because she needs aid, but it is proper.

He beams at Delores. “Take care of the wee omelettes! Oh, I know you will.”

Sparrow smiles as she steps up, her hand lingering a moment longer with Jennette's.

"Don't worry, Eggbert , Eggbertha, and Yolk will be fine" Delores says with as straight a face as she can muster

Coradel enjoys watching the retinue sort themselves out and settle in their places. She shares a happy smile with August, and as soon as everybody is together, she rests a hand on Bachdion's shoulder. "I can't wait to see what this is like." Looking forward over the swans' backs.

And, inside, she settles down beside the Beaumayn, feathers fluffed out in happiness.

Jennette almost floats in after Magnus to that spot. Magnus watches out the window, eyes speculative on where he knows Claire is on duty.

Sir Bachdion smiles, "Shielded from mortal eyes, a veil an wind runner mix..."

Inside, there is far more room than they anticipated. They could easily fit at least 3 more people in here, and Vince finds a wetbar

"Brilliant."

"It's bigger on the inside..."

"Good thing, one of us has these wing thingees?" Magnus quips

Coradel blinks. "Magnus? I'm shocked at you. You're not nervous, certainly."

"Oh, this'll be fun. Aren't you fearless, my fiona friend?

Leonora smiles, "Good thing I didn't take Thistlesnort, " She says as the carriage rises..."He might not like this."

"i'm not talking fear," he says "I'm talking room." He makes a spread wing gesture with a wink. Still, SOMETHING is troubliing him worrying him, it doesn't appear to be height.

He heads to the bar and, rather than cocktails, pours a light champagne for all. “More fitting for Swan Limo, my lovely Odettes.”

"Something wrong, Magnus?" She accepts her champagne flute from Vince with a warm smile. "Perfect, thank you."

Higher and higher they go, and swiftly to, about a mile...

"Nothing Time won't fix" He says

"Well, don't give yourself wrinkles before Time can do it for you."

A look to Leonora, and a smile as she toasts the Fiona knight.

Magnus takes the champagne and downs it a bit quickly. //Leo winks at Vince and takes it.//And they hit the skytrod, a short trod to be sure, silver tinged with blue. Sparrow makes a note of it, for, well, she can use as few could. And they erupt on the other end, about a mile from the County hold. Once claimed by the very Count that sought their doom, the Leanhaun..well, let's call it 'flavor' of too sweet, too rich, with unhealthy feel is..gone. Even from here they can feel a new robustness.

More meat, less sweet.

Sparrow grins the whole way, peering out the window.

"Oh, we are certainly making an entrance."

Swirling down in lazy spirals, the swans seem to want to do just that (Or perhaps Bachdion is indulging). while there is no 'landing strip' they can see a cobble stone path near a clearing close to the main entry.

Magnus cheers up, "Looks like they have the Pennons flying already. Aesin banner over Beaumayn, for now."

"For now. He... well, he's not a bad sort. Blunt."