The arena was empty and silent as Sylus walked through the door on silent feet. He carried a flyer in his hand, and he was intently reading it as he walked a path to nowhere in particular. He chose a couch near the back of the room as his feet guided him along.
Alais coalesced from a column of shimmering silver as the Annaran words faded in the large, stone room. It was a familiar place, but as she solidified in the venerable hall, she paused in surprise. She had been about to make her way to her sofa, but now she was uncertain whether she should or not. She and Sylus had not parted on good terms.
Sylus sat on her sofa with his eyes on the flyer, but a keen eye would note that his overall frame was tensed and not completely as relaxed as he appeared at first glance. His legs were out in a leisurely fashion, crossed at the ankles. Just over the flyer he saw the distinctive shimmer of silver and lowered the paper just a hair. His breath caught a little, but was quickly released before he returned to reading the flyer on the impending challenge between Xeric Mues and Baron Xenograg.
It was at that point that Xenograg did arrive, he walled in dressed in a charcoal grey, knee length topcoat with a yellow sash around the waist, grey trousers, black boots with a wide, gilt swordbelt suspending a carved, wooden scabbard on his left hip. He also wore a reversed holster on his right hip, and a dark blue cloak over all.
Alais? gaze slid toward Xenograg and she gave him a respectful nod, ?General.? She said softly, but her attention was once more drawn to the man on her sofa. ?G?e?entide.?
Xenograg gave her a smile, ?Good evening Alais, Sylus.?
The words drifted in the broken silence as Sylus lowered the flyer completely to look at the pair now making small talk as he gave a nod to each of them, accompanied by a small smile, ?Alais, Xenograg.?
Wyheree flowed under the Arena door as a mist, the soft cloud rising and swirling to reveal the Ice Mage as she walked toward the Caller?s Couch. She gave both Xenograg and Alais a wave as they both greeted her. ?Good evening.? She settled herself comfortably onto her couch to await the Challenger.
Alais decided to make her way toward her sofa before the Challenge match would begin. She moved with Elven stealth across the stone as Sylus? amber eyes watched her approach, unsure of what would follow this meeting as he too recalled that their last one had not gone quite so well. ?G?e?entide Sylus, Ah?m verra s?prised tae see thee,? Alais said softly as she paused near her sofa.
Sylus rose to meet her as some of the tension fell out of him, ?That would make two of us, Alais.?
Xenograg was surprised to see him as well, ?In between mystic quests, Sylus??
Amber eyes shifted to Xenograg momentarily, ?Something like that.? Which, was true, more or less. His eyes slid back to Alais, ?Would you care to join me? Or is that unacceptable?? He motioned to the sofa, apparently not realizing that the formalities should be the other way around.
Alais paused near her sofa, she could not see a reason to remove him from her sofa, she wouldn?t be sitting there for the match, but just the same, it seemed odd to her that he?d chosen to sit in her place. ?Ye look well enou? Sylus.? She decided to offer the proverbial olive branch since he seemed willing to be amiable and not so cold and distant as the last time, ?Ah mayst fer th? moment, aye.?
Xenograg spoke simultaneously, as though trying to protect Alais from an uncomfortable situation, ?Alais has a task to perform this evening Sylus.? Then he glanced at the door as the challenger arrived.
Wyheree adjusted her paperwork as Xeric greeted her.
Alais gave a glance toward Sylus as she took another step closer to her sofa. Sylus cocked a brow at her compliment and looked down at his black boots, smoke gray trousers and black tunic, ?I could look better, but such is the life.? He shrugged, ?Thank you though.? Then he glanced at Xenograg, ?Your lady of honor, or Second, being your student??
Xenograg was clearly taken back by Sylus? question, wondering how he could even ask such a thing.
Alais spoke softly as Xenograg greeted Xeric, ?Amaltea ist always th? Lady o? Honor,? she gave him a quicksilver smile, ??t was formerla mine duty tae protect an? tae stand at th? back o? th? Darelir?s.? She had been the wathu-Darelir, and as such, it was her job and her privilege to stand with, and at Xenograg or Amaltea?s back.
Sylus blinked slightly at Xenograg?s look, and then Alais? words registered, ?Oh, right.? He gave a small smile, ?Hardly ever see her around, makes one forget.?
Alais gave a soft laugh, ?Barsi doth keep th? lass busa.? It was true, Amaltea was seldom seen in RhyDin lately, but Alais knew her own absence was grounds enough for comment as well.
Xenograg?s gaze slid from Sylus to Alais, ?Thank you for doing so once more, my friend.? Some of the old formality had eased into the companionship of years spent as friends and allies.
She gave Xenograg a warm smile, ??t ist mine pleasure auld friend, always.?
Wyheree stat up straight on her couch, calling for attention, ?Good evening, tonight we all bear witness to the challenge upon the Barony of Old Market. Xeric, do you still intend to proceed with this challenge?? At his nod she turned to Xenograg, ?Do you accept this challenge, Lord Xenograg??
Alais coalesced from a column of shimmering silver as the Annaran words faded in the large, stone room. It was a familiar place, but as she solidified in the venerable hall, she paused in surprise. She had been about to make her way to her sofa, but now she was uncertain whether she should or not. She and Sylus had not parted on good terms.
Sylus sat on her sofa with his eyes on the flyer, but a keen eye would note that his overall frame was tensed and not completely as relaxed as he appeared at first glance. His legs were out in a leisurely fashion, crossed at the ankles. Just over the flyer he saw the distinctive shimmer of silver and lowered the paper just a hair. His breath caught a little, but was quickly released before he returned to reading the flyer on the impending challenge between Xeric Mues and Baron Xenograg.
It was at that point that Xenograg did arrive, he walled in dressed in a charcoal grey, knee length topcoat with a yellow sash around the waist, grey trousers, black boots with a wide, gilt swordbelt suspending a carved, wooden scabbard on his left hip. He also wore a reversed holster on his right hip, and a dark blue cloak over all.
Alais? gaze slid toward Xenograg and she gave him a respectful nod, ?General.? She said softly, but her attention was once more drawn to the man on her sofa. ?G?e?entide.?
Xenograg gave her a smile, ?Good evening Alais, Sylus.?
The words drifted in the broken silence as Sylus lowered the flyer completely to look at the pair now making small talk as he gave a nod to each of them, accompanied by a small smile, ?Alais, Xenograg.?
Wyheree flowed under the Arena door as a mist, the soft cloud rising and swirling to reveal the Ice Mage as she walked toward the Caller?s Couch. She gave both Xenograg and Alais a wave as they both greeted her. ?Good evening.? She settled herself comfortably onto her couch to await the Challenger.
Alais decided to make her way toward her sofa before the Challenge match would begin. She moved with Elven stealth across the stone as Sylus? amber eyes watched her approach, unsure of what would follow this meeting as he too recalled that their last one had not gone quite so well. ?G?e?entide Sylus, Ah?m verra s?prised tae see thee,? Alais said softly as she paused near her sofa.
Sylus rose to meet her as some of the tension fell out of him, ?That would make two of us, Alais.?
Xenograg was surprised to see him as well, ?In between mystic quests, Sylus??
Amber eyes shifted to Xenograg momentarily, ?Something like that.? Which, was true, more or less. His eyes slid back to Alais, ?Would you care to join me? Or is that unacceptable?? He motioned to the sofa, apparently not realizing that the formalities should be the other way around.
Alais paused near her sofa, she could not see a reason to remove him from her sofa, she wouldn?t be sitting there for the match, but just the same, it seemed odd to her that he?d chosen to sit in her place. ?Ye look well enou? Sylus.? She decided to offer the proverbial olive branch since he seemed willing to be amiable and not so cold and distant as the last time, ?Ah mayst fer th? moment, aye.?
Xenograg spoke simultaneously, as though trying to protect Alais from an uncomfortable situation, ?Alais has a task to perform this evening Sylus.? Then he glanced at the door as the challenger arrived.
Wyheree adjusted her paperwork as Xeric greeted her.
Alais gave a glance toward Sylus as she took another step closer to her sofa. Sylus cocked a brow at her compliment and looked down at his black boots, smoke gray trousers and black tunic, ?I could look better, but such is the life.? He shrugged, ?Thank you though.? Then he glanced at Xenograg, ?Your lady of honor, or Second, being your student??
Xenograg was clearly taken back by Sylus? question, wondering how he could even ask such a thing.
Alais spoke softly as Xenograg greeted Xeric, ?Amaltea ist always th? Lady o? Honor,? she gave him a quicksilver smile, ??t was formerla mine duty tae protect an? tae stand at th? back o? th? Darelir?s.? She had been the wathu-Darelir, and as such, it was her job and her privilege to stand with, and at Xenograg or Amaltea?s back.
Sylus blinked slightly at Xenograg?s look, and then Alais? words registered, ?Oh, right.? He gave a small smile, ?Hardly ever see her around, makes one forget.?
Alais gave a soft laugh, ?Barsi doth keep th? lass busa.? It was true, Amaltea was seldom seen in RhyDin lately, but Alais knew her own absence was grounds enough for comment as well.
Xenograg?s gaze slid from Sylus to Alais, ?Thank you for doing so once more, my friend.? Some of the old formality had eased into the companionship of years spent as friends and allies.
She gave Xenograg a warm smile, ??t ist mine pleasure auld friend, always.?
Wyheree stat up straight on her couch, calling for attention, ?Good evening, tonight we all bear witness to the challenge upon the Barony of Old Market. Xeric, do you still intend to proceed with this challenge?? At his nod she turned to Xenograg, ?Do you accept this challenge, Lord Xenograg??