#earthrunes

"With my life" He says.

"Seana, Colton is Sparrow's squire. I must check with her before ordering him away, but I am certain she will agree for this cause. He will guard you well and see you safe to your destination."

Seana nods "I thank you., Baroness I... will return as word spreads. " She pulls something out "A gift." And she hands it to the baroness.

Coradel takes the item, though her attention is mostly on Seana's face. Is she the one? She must be...why else would she seem so familiar...?

And ...It's a scarf.... a fluttering scarf that... smells of August!

A little gasp, and she holds it to her face, breathing in the scent of him.

"It's a small thing but i thought..." A pause "I hope it's not too presumptive of me?"

"No...not at all. Not at all." Coradel indulges in another quiet moment of inhaling the scent...then she straightens. "Your information is important, and of course you must go as soon as possible, but please, Seana, when you can...return and spend time here. Hopefully, August will be home by then."

"I shall" She assures...and looks to the Squire, "I'm sorry to do this Squire but time is flying."

Permission is sought and obtained from Sparrow, and Coradel makes sure they have whatever supplies they may need before they depart.

"No trouble at all, Miss." And with supplies provided, they are off.

Coradel does not relinquish the scarf...in fact, she asks one of the court attendants to tie it about her right arm, a favor from her beloved.

It is done. And perhaps it's a gift of the dreaming, but the scent does not depart, subtle as it is.

It is with her. He is with her. It's a comfort.

Before the end of court, Coradel asks somebody to notify Clementine DeBuke that an important messenger will be arriving at Rivervale Lodge soon, and that she should be present to hear the news.

Someone will do just that.

A bit overwhelmed by the turn of events, Coradel makes her way back to her seat on the dais. "Is there...any further business?"

The sidhe knight steps forward. He's been a gent through out this time despite his outlandish punker appearance in his mortal voile, in an accent that is from lord knows what part of England, he bows "Your ladyship, Sir Randek ap Gwydion, at your service. Looking for a place to put my feet up for a night "

She nods a welcome. "Of course, Sir Randek. May I ask what brings you to our lands?"

"Going to a meeting, your ladyship. Small gathering of falcons in the County"

"Really? I had not heard of this. What is the occasion for this gathering?"

Then she adds, "My apologies, it's really none of my business, I suppose."

A smile....her fingers play with the ends of her trueheart's favor.

"Well, nothing nefarious... and it's your barony, you've a right to look me over " He grins his nose ring shining. His mohawk high

Amused. "I'll admit, I've seen few of the Falcon who embrace your particular style."

"You might say it's the political chat about the best direction for the High House"

"Really? I'd like to hear more."

"I'm a Reformer ...borderline Modernist" He explains "This is my form of rebelling"

"Well, I can always respect a meaningful fashion statement."

A brief glance to Delores as the visitor speaks.

"A small political party within the Gwyds... we call ourselves the People's Voice. We think that commoners should have more say in the day to day, and more of them need to be hauled up to the crown. Not that they'll thank us for it"

Delores seems interested but gives a 'decent vibe' signal. By now the Steward knows how to pass on messages

A curious look. "I might be confused. You think commoners should have both more voice and more consequences?"

"Well , personal joke. To you Fiona, we probably seem way behind the times. " He admits "Yes, we should keep their lines of communication open more, they should have more voice.. and at the same time I'm pretty sure that the more of them start calling shots the more of them will be a wee bit sympathetic to the nobles they thought always had it easy. " A grin "Sorry, fighting the urge to call you luv as a habbit, baroness. Hard being a gentleman rebel."

The steward arches a brow

A light laugh. "Well, I appreciate your efforts in all these regards. I do think what you suggest for commoner involvement is...yes, a bit obvious and overdue, but I do wonder what your compatriots will make of the idea." She doesn't seem offended at the 'luv' comment, but also doesn't seem to be encouraging it.

"Oh I can tell you what ,most of them will say 'Dangerous and against the natural order' We're a fine House, Lady, proud to be one... but we are slow to adapt. But a few of us, the People's Voice, are hoping to sway em. So... if I might ask then, a room and board for a night? "

"Perhaps I wasn't clear, but I've already granted that, and welcome. Will you join my table for supper this evening? You can share more of your ideas and concerns, and maybe pick up a bit of useful information."

"Ah, Well, there you go. I know the truth, but first I need to learn to listen eh? Sounds like I should pay more attention to our pamphlets.. or would were you not a noble so fine yourself. " He bows "I thank you, and gladly. "

A laugh and she returns the bow. "Oh, you don't need to listen, but I thought you might like to. Regardless, I will happily see you for dinner, Sir Randek. Please avail yourself of our hospitality while you are here." And she directs a boggan to show the knight to a room for his stay.

Randek is lead away. Some chuckles flow.

Leonora mutters "NEver sseen a Gwydion like that before..."

Coradel notes the amusement and clears her throat. "I'm certain that none of my court would be so crass as to mock a knight's choice of self-expression." As close to a tut-tut-tut as she's likely to get.

"of course not," She smiles.

But she looks..intrigued. "Kind of a bad boy white knight combo.. you mind if I join you for dinner?"

A bit of a conspiratorial grin. "Oh, I hope you do."

A chuckle

"That appears to be the last today," The herald clears his throat. "Your time is your own again, Baroness"

"My thanks, Herald Innish...and my thanks to you all!" she says to the court at large before stepping down from the dais and claiming a glass of wine from a server.

Another smile to Leonora. "He whets your appetite?"