Rystil Arden
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"Yes. Most definitely, milady. After this reception."
Diplomatic Immunity: Wedding Bells a'Ringing
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Rystil Arden
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*Claudia raises her eyebrow and gives Tiberius a kiss, whispering:*
[SBLOCK=Tiberius]"Don't laugh, love. She's a nice person, if not so bright."[/SBLOCK]
[SBLOCK=Tiberius]"Don't laugh, love. She's a nice person, if not so bright."[/SBLOCK]
Rystil Arden
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*The butler quirks an eyebrow at the whispering and then continues onward, eventually stopping at a gilded door.*
"The reception, sirs and madams."
*He bows, and walks away.*
"The reception, sirs and madams."
*He bows, and walks away.*
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*As Vasha starts to open the door, the sound of light conversation begins to leak out of the opening doorway, growing louder as she pulls it completely open. The room inside is splendid and luxurious, bedecked with soft-cushioned divans and couches and ornate chairs, with a large table with various hors d'oeuvres and plenty of fancy artwork, including a large oil painting on the far wall depicting a knight battling a dragon. There is a small bar in the back corner with a servant mixing drinks.*
*Inside the room are several people talking and sipping cocktails. A stern and unsmiling Rowaini man sits on a chair off to the side. He is of indeterminate age, but clearly fairly old, though not yet greying, with short-cropped brown hair and blue eyes, reminding Vasha, Elmurien, and Ferris of an older, more serious version of Ammon. He is standing and nodding occasionally to another Rowaini man of about the same age with reddish-blonde hair and brown eyes, who is talking with him quietly. A younger Rowaini lad with a mop of straight brown hair and a muscular physique is talking with a blond-haired Rowaini fellow with brown eyes wearing a red suit, gesturing emphatically as he seems excited with whatever he is saying. Another blond-haired Rowaini fellow, who looks similar to the last except he has strange lavender eyes instead of brown, possesses refined and somewhat delicate features belying the powerful muscles visible throughout his body, and is wearing green instead of red, is over at the bar getting drinks. He is the first to notice the new arrivals.*
"Hey look everyone. It seems the groom's friends have made it before the girls. I told them they wouldn't have time to freshen up."
*Inside the room are several people talking and sipping cocktails. A stern and unsmiling Rowaini man sits on a chair off to the side. He is of indeterminate age, but clearly fairly old, though not yet greying, with short-cropped brown hair and blue eyes, reminding Vasha, Elmurien, and Ferris of an older, more serious version of Ammon. He is standing and nodding occasionally to another Rowaini man of about the same age with reddish-blonde hair and brown eyes, who is talking with him quietly. A younger Rowaini lad with a mop of straight brown hair and a muscular physique is talking with a blond-haired Rowaini fellow with brown eyes wearing a red suit, gesturing emphatically as he seems excited with whatever he is saying. Another blond-haired Rowaini fellow, who looks similar to the last except he has strange lavender eyes instead of brown, possesses refined and somewhat delicate features belying the powerful muscles visible throughout his body, and is wearing green instead of red, is over at the bar getting drinks. He is the first to notice the new arrivals.*
"Hey look everyone. It seems the groom's friends have made it before the girls. I told them they wouldn't have time to freshen up."
Rystil Arden
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*The young man sets his wine glass down and bows, taking Vasha's hand quite gently, moving with an elegant grace and gentle touch despite being well-muscled, and raising it to his lips for a quick kiss.*
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my lady Vasha. Truly a faerie princess has entered out midst to gaze upon the mere mortals within the chamber. I am Plydek Tyndarea, my lady. Lynestra is my sister."
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my lady Vasha. Truly a faerie princess has entered out midst to gaze upon the mere mortals within the chamber. I am Plydek Tyndarea, my lady. Lynestra is my sister."
