#earthrunes

Coradel takes August's arm so it's clear that he's escorting her as an equal, should any wonder. "In we go."

"You can, at least, let someone know about the wopletinger." he murmurs, and escorts her in.

"Yes, as soon as we're admitted."

If one can imagine an inverted face turned into a mutlilayered framework of a building, that might describe the seat of power at the Duchy of Hawthorne. Far bigger than the mortal creation that gave it shape, One can see the balefire burning where the brain might be near the top.Balconies, stylish ramps, and catwalks of a sort abound. It is potent, this hold. There is an energy here, all holds have it, all powerful ones anyway.

"The Baroness Coradel and Baron August Truthbranch of earth runes" a voice declares. A boggan in finery acting as herald. Clearly he recognizes them

Coradel gives him a nod, then moves close to say quietly, "Please alert your thanes, we encountered a wopeltinger on the way here, on (route #) about (time) away from here."

"I see. Of course don't allow those entry into the hold," The herald nods as he whispers back

August nods greeting to the herald as they are announced.

Crowds from the various balconies walks and outcroppings gaze up and down (For you have come mid section) to see Coradel's and August's arrival. they areapproaching a dais just below and off from the bale where two thrones shifted almost to be one have the Duke and Duchess talking over some matter they can't overhear fully..The Duchess is lovely, but she is not sidhe. An African American woman who looks like a young Dorothy Dandridge, she certainly could hold her own with some sidhe, but she's a satyress in pale purples. The Duke is sidhe, and for his part a Gwydion (The falcon designs on his garments give it away) looks something like a blond cousin to Zac Effron, and Zac is the uglier and more ungainly of the two.)

However, they break from their conversation to focus on their guests 'Come forward'