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<blockquote data-quote="steeldragons" data-source="post: 6137349" data-attributes="member: 92511"><p>Alaria arrived at the townhouse of the Lady Dauphinne at the appointed hour. The men were settling themselves into the apartments in the keep that Celerion, upon hearing of “the Stormriders’ arrival”, were immediately made available to them.</p><p></p><p>The page who led them there was very apologetic for the Lord Chamberlain that he could not attend them directly. With the Midwinter’s Ball only 2 days away, the aged elf had his work cut out for him, with guests of noble and magical bearing arriving constantly and being significantly more demanding than the humble adventurers. Their assigned attendant, Rik, whom they’d encountered in their last stay in Dragonwing Vale, sent for the Vale’s premiere gnomish tailor, Gnomelligent Quickstitch, to make them acceptable “formal” attire.</p><p></p><p>Upon finding out he was to make garments for the <em>"Slayers of the Bulgruch</em>," had dropped the multitude of noblewomen’s orders he had been accruing for the better part of the passed three months. Prestige was a funny thing. Though the gnome already had it in spades among the Vale’s residents, fewer and fewer of them were able to award him the “honor” of having them wear his creations. The gnome was immediately disappointed that the female magess was not in attendance when he arrived to take measurements and suggestion ideas for the heroes “costumes” for the preeminent ball of the realm.</p><p></p><p>Despite his constant "recommendations" for flashy bright and clashing colors with outrageous sleeves, leggings, boots and hats, the boys were able to convince the gnomish tailor of what <em>they</em> wanted. </p><p></p><p>Alaria sipped the awful [to her taste buds] “sweet tea” of the region. The Lady Dauphinne, of course, was not interested in indulging the R’Hathi magess’ taste, but as had been the case at their last meeting, establishing herself as the superior in their audience. Alaria detected more than a nonce of annoyance at her sister, Elhianne, inviting this “world traveler”, renowned hero of the realm or not, without her prior consent. Her demeanor almost visibly changed when Elhianne explained how she had met and had multiple audiences with the Lord Chamberlain and the Lady Rhea.</p><p></p><p>Alaria decided then and there, despite her respectful demeanor, that anyone who would seek to diminish the Lady Elhianne was not worthy of her respect. Still, the R’Hathi woman sipped politely at the porcelain cup and listened carefully and replied with coy grins and respectful answers to the noblewomen’s inane conversation. </p><p></p><p>“You can’t truly have fought a demon...really? I mean, such an endeavor for a sorceress of R’Hath. Seems...<em>beneath</em> her.” Dauphinne said after listening to Elhianne’s vaunted description of Alaria’s exploits, both in Bridgetower and Miralosta. “But we have no such concerns here. What are you going to wear, my dear? I mean, that traveling dress <em>may do</em> in inns and taverns, but this is the Lordmage’s Midwinter Ball, after all.” the birdlike pale skinned lady said between long sips of her cup.</p><p></p><p>“Alaria is going to sport one of the finest gowns of elfin design, of course? Why do you think she was in Miralosta in the first place.” Elhianne interjected/protected Alaria with a sidelong wink and smirk.</p><p></p><p>“I, uh...well, I mean I didn’t bring anything with me...” Alaria stumbled, thanking but cursing Elhianne for her intercession. </p><p></p><p>“Of course not! Such delicate finery must be delivered...conjured or transported into being.” Dauphinne said with a smirk of her own.</p><p></p><p>Alaria recalled that Elhianne’s sister had her own experience and knowledge of the magikal arts. Rather than quibble, she decided to turn the tables.</p><p></p><p>“And yourself, Lady Dauphinne? What will you be gracing the hall with? I can not wait to see.” Alaria sipped, again, on the dreadfully sweet tea. “I doubt even elfin finery will compare.” She smiled the most saccarine smile the R’Hathi could ever imagine mustering.</p><p></p><p>“Undoubtedly.” Dauphinne said with a coy smile. </p><p></p><p>Alaria didn’t understand the subtleties of courtly niceities but somehow had the impression that she had somehow gained the lady’s respect and appreciation. </p><p></p><p>“And you, my lady?” Alaria turned to Elhianne. “You always look so magnificent.”</p><p></p><p>“Oh, Alaria!” Elhianne tittered a reply as she reached for one of the delicate lacey cookies on the plate that a halfling maid had brought moments before. “You are too kind! And I’ve told you, we are as <em>sisters</em>, please call me Elhianne.”</p><p></p><p>“Not at all, Elhianne. I assure you.” Alaria replied. She turned with a grin to Dauphinne. The noblewoman seemed to be nonplussed. </p><p></p><p>“Well,” Elhianne continued with barely a breath, I’ve had the Bridgetower seamstress do her best. “I may require a bit of magical addition...from either or both of you, my dear sisters.” the blond woman nnodded toward Dauphinne first and then Alaria with the most sincere smile. “Rynthis has no aptitude for such things, despite his magikal fluency. Of course, “ Elhianne erupted in a giggle. “Men, you know. ahahahaha.”</p><p></p><p>“Cetainly not.” Dauphinne replied dryly. She cast a sidelong smirk at Alaria.</p><p></p><p>“I would be more than happy to assist you in preparing La-...uh...Elhianne.” Alaria offered.</p><p></p><p>“SPLENdid!” the blond woman visibly perked up in her chair. “We’ll be having a repast around 4 bells, won’t we Dauphinne? We can all get ready together!” Elhianne offered.</p><p></p><p>“Indeed.” Dauphinne took up the invitation. “Bring your men. They should have at least as much attention as we, don’t you think? And Rynthis will be arriving that afternoon, will he not, sister?” Dauphinne said with raised eyebrows to Elhianne.</p><p></p><p>“Of course. Yes, that will be wonderful!” the blond vision of courtly poise concurred. “It will be nice to see how the men all get along.” Elhianne tittered again. “And I do miss the lovely little Hilltender. He is a wonder. Will that handsome druid be coming too?"</p><p></p><p>Alaria, mentally, rolled her eyes. The strong noble lady she had known in Bridgetower was indeed “drunk” with anticipation of this great party. </p><p></p><p>“Alas, Fen is conferencing with his order. Whether he arrives in time for the ball or not, I can not say. But he will arrive to the Vale, shortly.” Alaria explained.</p><p></p><p>“I think he’d be a lovely introduction for Sispera.” Elhianne said to her noble sister. </p><p></p><p>“A druid?!” Dauphinne seemed genuinely surprised.</p><p></p><p>“Truly!” Elhianne replied with a broad smile. “He is quite handsome.”</p><p></p><p>“I am inclined, my...Elhianne, to believe the half-elf’s interests are otherwise...committed.” Alaria said matter-of-factly and took another sip of the awful tea without looking up at the other ladies’ questioning glances.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="steeldragons, post: 6137349, member: 92511"] Alaria arrived at the townhouse of the Lady Dauphinne at the appointed hour. The men were settling themselves into the apartments in the keep that Celerion, upon hearing of “the Stormriders’ arrival”, were immediately made available to them. The page who led them there was very apologetic for the Lord Chamberlain that he could not attend them directly. With the Midwinter’s Ball only 2 days away, the aged elf had his work cut out for him, with guests of noble and magical bearing arriving constantly and being significantly more demanding than the humble adventurers. Their assigned attendant, Rik, whom they’d encountered in their last stay in Dragonwing Vale, sent for the Vale’s premiere gnomish tailor, Gnomelligent Quickstitch, to make them acceptable “formal” attire. Upon finding out he was to make garments for the [I]"Slayers of the Bulgruch[/I]," had dropped the multitude of noblewomen’s orders he had been accruing for the better part of the passed three months. Prestige was a funny thing. Though the gnome already had it in spades among the Vale’s residents, fewer and fewer of them were able to award him the “honor” of having them wear his creations. The gnome was immediately disappointed that the female magess was not in attendance when he arrived to take measurements and suggestion ideas for the heroes “costumes” for the preeminent ball of the realm. Despite his constant "recommendations" for flashy bright and clashing colors with outrageous sleeves, leggings, boots and hats, the boys were able to convince the gnomish tailor of what [I]they[/I] wanted. Alaria sipped the awful [to her taste buds] “sweet tea” of the region. The Lady Dauphinne, of course, was not interested in indulging the R’Hathi magess’ taste, but as had been the case at their last meeting, establishing herself as the superior in their audience. Alaria detected more than a nonce of annoyance at her sister, Elhianne, inviting this “world traveler”, renowned hero of the realm or not, without her prior consent. Her demeanor almost visibly changed when Elhianne explained how she had met and had multiple audiences with the Lord Chamberlain and the Lady Rhea. Alaria decided then and there, despite her respectful demeanor, that anyone who would seek to diminish the Lady Elhianne was not worthy of her respect. Still, the R’Hathi woman sipped politely at the porcelain cup and listened carefully and replied with coy grins and respectful answers to the noblewomen’s inane conversation. “You can’t truly have fought a demon...really? I mean, such an endeavor for a sorceress of R’Hath. Seems...[I]beneath[/I] her.” Dauphinne said after listening to Elhianne’s vaunted description of Alaria’s exploits, both in Bridgetower and Miralosta. “But we have no such concerns here. What are you going to wear, my dear? I mean, that traveling dress [I]may do[/I] in inns and taverns, but this is the Lordmage’s Midwinter Ball, after all.” the birdlike pale skinned lady said between long sips of her cup. “Alaria is going to sport one of the finest gowns of elfin design, of course? Why do you think she was in Miralosta in the first place.” Elhianne interjected/protected Alaria with a sidelong wink and smirk. “I, uh...well, I mean I didn’t bring anything with me...” Alaria stumbled, thanking but cursing Elhianne for her intercession. “Of course not! Such delicate finery must be delivered...conjured or transported into being.” Dauphinne said with a smirk of her own. Alaria recalled that Elhianne’s sister had her own experience and knowledge of the magikal arts. Rather than quibble, she decided to turn the tables. “And yourself, Lady Dauphinne? What will you be gracing the hall with? I can not wait to see.” Alaria sipped, again, on the dreadfully sweet tea. “I doubt even elfin finery will compare.” She smiled the most saccarine smile the R’Hathi could ever imagine mustering. “Undoubtedly.” Dauphinne said with a coy smile. Alaria didn’t understand the subtleties of courtly niceities but somehow had the impression that she had somehow gained the lady’s respect and appreciation. “And you, my lady?” Alaria turned to Elhianne. “You always look so magnificent.” “Oh, Alaria!” Elhianne tittered a reply as she reached for one of the delicate lacey cookies on the plate that a halfling maid had brought moments before. “You are too kind! And I’ve told you, we are as [I]sisters[/I], please call me Elhianne.” “Not at all, Elhianne. I assure you.” Alaria replied. She turned with a grin to Dauphinne. The noblewoman seemed to be nonplussed. “Well,” Elhianne continued with barely a breath, I’ve had the Bridgetower seamstress do her best. “I may require a bit of magical addition...from either or both of you, my dear sisters.” the blond woman nnodded toward Dauphinne first and then Alaria with the most sincere smile. “Rynthis has no aptitude for such things, despite his magikal fluency. Of course, “ Elhianne erupted in a giggle. “Men, you know. ahahahaha.” “Cetainly not.” Dauphinne replied dryly. She cast a sidelong smirk at Alaria. “I would be more than happy to assist you in preparing La-...uh...Elhianne.” Alaria offered. “SPLENdid!” the blond woman visibly perked up in her chair. “We’ll be having a repast around 4 bells, won’t we Dauphinne? We can all get ready together!” Elhianne offered. “Indeed.” Dauphinne took up the invitation. “Bring your men. They should have at least as much attention as we, don’t you think? And Rynthis will be arriving that afternoon, will he not, sister?” Dauphinne said with raised eyebrows to Elhianne. “Of course. Yes, that will be wonderful!” the blond vision of courtly poise concurred. “It will be nice to see how the men all get along.” Elhianne tittered again. “And I do miss the lovely little Hilltender. He is a wonder. Will that handsome druid be coming too?" Alaria, mentally, rolled her eyes. The strong noble lady she had known in Bridgetower was indeed “drunk” with anticipation of this great party. “Alas, Fen is conferencing with his order. Whether he arrives in time for the ball or not, I can not say. But he will arrive to the Vale, shortly.” Alaria explained. “I think he’d be a lovely introduction for Sispera.” Elhianne said to her noble sister. “A druid?!” Dauphinne seemed genuinely surprised. “Truly!” Elhianne replied with a broad smile. “He is quite handsome.” “I am inclined, my...Elhianne, to believe the half-elf’s interests are otherwise...committed.” Alaria said matter-of-factly and took another sip of the awful tea without looking up at the other ladies’ questioning glances. [/QUOTE]
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