Inouv 29, 228: Darts and wine

Darts and wine
Summary: Conversation continues to take place within the Games Room between the nobility
OOC Date: 18/12/2013 (OOC)
Related: None
Players:
Ronan Draventa Emerit Laetitia 
Game room
As you step into the game room, you are greeted by a pair of card tables arranged in the area that previously was the waiting room to the castle infirmary. The tables rest on soft carpeting of a dark hunter green. Lining the walls about two thirds of the way from the bottom is dark wood paneling, beneath a green and gold chair rail. Above the chair rail, the ceiling and the rest of the walls are painted a rich cream color.

As you pass the card tables, which have been partially screened off to cut down on ambient sound, you note that the fireplace and dumbwaiter that graced the infirmary proper remain to fulfill their necessary functions. The former has clustered before it comfortable chairs, upholstered in green with gold accents. Also in the room are a billiards table, a dartboard, and a chess table with chairs flanking the left and right. A sideboard provides snacks and drinks to those who come here to relax and enjoy themselves.

Inouv 29, 228

Laetitia is one of those relaxing in here and enjoying herself, watching her ladies play darts horribly, quite a few making a dizzying drop towards the floor, others getting stuck in furniture which elicites gasps from the Queen, "Oak, Beth, /Oak/!" Chiding in a teasing manner, the Queen holding her wee infant in one arm cradled against her breast wrapped neatly in a fur lined blanket, the small princess sleeping peacefully despite all the noise in the room, quite used to it already despite still being fairly new to the world. She's also gotten rid of that creepy little domed head from being pressed out and those squished features of the newborns where they look like little old imps. No, shes fleshed out beautifully, cheeks fat as is the rest of her, bright pink and healthy.

—-

A man who has been keeping somewhat to his self of late arrives with a man servant in his wake. The tall, broad shouldered Sutherland Duke wears sombre black for mourning, only his arming sword, spurs and his signet ring gleaming for the black velvet doublet and black pants do more to consume light than reflect it. "No, not in the morning either." His baritone rumbles low to Rosley, "Not tomorrow at all, likely. We await his pleasure however long it takes but I am sore tempted to head back to Sutherland and let him call when he will see me."

Dark eyes come up at the sound of a woman's voice - the Queen's. The Crawford's slow stride and faintly chiming spurs stop when he has come up within a reasonable conversational distance to see what the women are doing. He bows, "Good evening, Your Majesty, ladies."

—-

Wandering the halls is something Drav's getting used to. Her guard follows them, but her handmaid is on her arm, keeping her steady at this later hour. She follows the sound of voices and will smile she she steps into the room. Drav bows when she realizes who is here, her maid curtsies as well, but continues to hold onto Drav's arm, making she the princess does not topple. "Your majesty… would it please you for another in the room?" Drav knows very little about babies, and doesn't want to bother the child's slumber. She'll wait for introductions until she knows if it's ok to stay or not. A very small smile is given to Ronan when she sees him.

—-

Laetitia is only too happy to include others, the Queen rising up carefully out of her seat, free hand waving down any who wish to help her, her little ladies fluttering back to the game as their Queen waves off their help, the Queen moving to a table to pour herself a bit of tea while supporting Laela, "Duke Sutherland-" Intoned warmly, the Queen giving him a nod of greeting to go along with her words, "A pleasure, do you wish to join us in our game?" Asked of him and his man servant, a slight tilt done to look behind him, which brings the lovely Draventa into view, "Oh my dear, please, please." The Queen will step forwards, waving her hand to where she was just sitting, "There is always room for another, please sit, one of the servants can bring you something to drink, tea? Would that be all right?" She'll nod to one of the servants before she turns to carefully pluck up her tea, "Just a bit of a lazy evening if you all don't mind that." Asked of the group at large as she eases towards an over stuffed chair.

—-

As for himself, Ronan looks vaguely bored or annoyed but he nods, "I suppose so, for lack of much else to do this evening, Your Majesty, thank you." At indication another has arrived behind him, the Rioga steps aside to allow Draventa to come forward, "Your Highness." No, no making a face, "No tea for me." Rosley has come prepared in any event. The Duke's man servant reaches a hand into his tunic and withdraws a drinking flask which he opens and offers to his lord. Ronan accepts it with his rumble of thanks.

His gaze however follows Draventa for the moment. "And how are you finding your stay in Darfield, Your Highness? Other than it being colder than Inouv's heart?" He is a Sutherlander and used to a warmer climate.

—-

Draventa has yet to actually meet the Queen. Her handmaid ushers her to the indicated seat and will give Draventa a look. the princess nods and the maid moves over tot eh servant to help prepare the tea. "Not at all your majesty. Thank you for the invitation." Drav can't help but to peek at the babe in the Queen's arms a small, but foreign smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Her own mother is not the most…motherly. It's sweet to see. "we have not been introduced. I am Princess Draventa Monowid." SHe's sure the Queen knows, but Drav is trying to be polite. Pale eyes rising to look at the Lord, "It is colder than I expected. I feel as if I could just sleep the winter away. As soon as the weather allows, I am going to go sight seeing. I have been assured by many that there is much to paint here." She'll disguise the rubbing of her leg as a skirt smooth.

—-

"Princess Monowid, I haven't yet had the pleasure of meeting you in a formal setting, and I'm afraid much will remain the same, but is a delight to meet you finally. I've had the pleasure to meet with your brother, the Grand Duke, on a few occassions …" She'll leave that there, smiling briefly as she lowers down onto the seat, her tea set on the arm of the chair as she shifts about Laela in her arms, keeping an ear out to the conversation, "Mmmm, we do have things other than tea, Duke Sutherland …" Said with a glance to his man servant and that flask, a veiled sort of look that has her perking her brow up - so many men reliant on drink. To Draventa she'll look, careful to not knock the tea at her elbow, "We have incredible vistas for painting, dear Princess, though our weather is unpredictable, I have been praying for warmer weather so I can venture out myself."

—-

Ronan uncaps the flask and has a drink from it but only one, then recaps it and hands it back to Rosley. "Throwing darts? How are you scoring this game?" Ah, there go the women talking it up. The Rioga Duke allows his gaze to roam over this room he's little been in since arriving. "I had thought, if … certain arrangements might be made soon, that I may have reason to invite the court to Sutherland, to taste of our hospitality and enjoy milder weather along our southern most coastline. It would be a good place to travel and pass some of the winter."

—-

"My brother has the best of intentions…" Draventa trails off and then smiles, she knows what her brother's meetings with the Queen must have been like and cringes inwardly. She wonders how long it too him to try to betroth Drav to one of her sons. Looking to the dart game, Draventa tilts her head, eyeing the board. She's never been one to play such games, but she likes to watch. A soft chuckle, "Yes, I have heard of all the sights to paint when the weather allows. I will go to the vistas. I am waiting for canvas from my brother to start a few while the weather keeps me here." Draventa glances to the sleeping princess, "If you would be kind enough to allow, I would paint something for the princess? Perhaps something for her room?" Her accent comes though, not quite as thick as her brother's, but it is there. The Lord grabs her attention as he talks of them visiting elsewhere. She isn't sure if that's an offer for everyone or just the regaining court so she'll just watch to see who this plays out.

—-

Laetitia scoffs softly, a laugh hovering within the sound as she looks to the women throwing the darts, none of which come close to hitting the board, "There's naught to score yet until one of them hits something, so far it's bets on whom can get it closest."
Of course it doesn't help that the ladies, a few of which are quite young, toss with their eyes closed or over their head backwards with giggles, the eyes of the Queen dancing as she leans forwards, "They've been allowed into the wine." Explained with a wink at Draventa though the talk of her brother has the Queen laughing softly, "Yes, indeed he does, Princess, and a most …" Searching for the word, her gaze wandering a moment, "Interesting perspective on things, yes?" Surely Draventa knows what she means, "Oh! Yes, that would be delightful, she has roses in her room beneath the window, a painting would light things up most brightly. You are most thoughtful, Princess. My husband King will be thrilled at the news." Down she'll look to the babe as Ronan speaks, her lips pressing upon the childs brow, "Mmm, that would be most welcome, Duke Sutherland, warmer climes to sooth ones bones of the chill of our winter."

—-

Ronan picks up a few of the darts when the young ladies urge him to make a few tosses. He does so and easily HITS the board which of course proves that the Duke is entirely too sober to be allowed to play. The Crawford knight eyes the young ladies and ducking a hand that swings wide with a dart in it, he manages to escape being impaled.

—-

"Yes … well, if things are settled such as to hold a wedding celebration. There isn't a great deal of time between now and spring. And much to do." No going back for his darts. Ronan brushes his hands off and causually walks back to where Laetitia and Draventa are located. He frowns somewhat and looks to the Queen, "Of course, in order to /get/ that settled, the King must make time to deal with me upon the matter. Until then, I'm left kicking up my heels with not much to do here, but much to do at home."

Yes, not liking this being kept waiting, not at all. Not that the women are really interested, probably. Ronan paces with his hands clasped loosely behind his back, falling silent.

—-

Draventa doesn't laugh out loud at the game, but can't help smiling as it looks like all are having fun. "That is most kind of your highness, to allow them this." The drink, the goofing off. She'll nod, trying to not sigh at talk of her brother, "He is a good man, and just wishes for what is best for my family. Sometimes he can come off as…" Drav looks up, as if to ask the gods what the right word is, "pushy. But that is only his worry coming through. In the end, everything will work out, as it should." She'll listen to the Lord, wedding? is he betrothed? A quick glance to Drav's maid, who shakes her head, she doesn't know either. After his impatient statement, Drav will try to smooth the conversion, "Roses are beautiful to paint. I shall see if I can start tomorrow in the morning light."

—-

The ladies will squeal as he hits the board, well a few anyhow, one of them just stares a little flabbergasted. Dart. To board. How? She's a first time drunk and she's the stare off into space kind of drunk, the most delightful kind when you wish a bit of silence. And then a reaction from her which is just a deep blush and a bit of a gape, "No one should toss that well."Oh no, it's against the Eight. Of course this causes more twittering giggles, one of the ladies grabbing Beth to whisper into her ears about those arms of the Duke. Drunken butterflies. Never a dull day with them.
The Queen though, as she tucks the blanket about the sleeping child, only to find the child is not sleeping but staring up with those dark soulsucking eyes that babies possess, a smile coming along the childs face suddenly, "Oh ….you sweet little thing, you just gave Winifred a job to do, didn't you, yes you did." Light crooning, the Queen keenly listening to Ronan and picking up on his words, a sidelong glance offered to him, "So eager, Duke Sutherland, when you were doing nothing but kicking your heels about."
Slyly murmured, the Queen tilting her chin up to settle him with a full gaze now, allowing her child to suckle at her pinky as she continues to hold her, "I will ensure he makes himself available, there is much to celebrate afterall, and I am only too happy to spur my husband into action so that you yourself may enjoy a measure of happiness amidst the chaos." The Queen doesn't help much with confirming things for Draventa, but she will rise up from her seat with the child, "Would you like to hold her?" Asked as she strides across the room to Draventa, "Your brother does as he needs. Everything will work as it should in the end, do not worry your mind over it, yes?" Leaning down to sit next to Draventa on the arm of the couch she's on she will cradle the child forwards for the Princess to take hold of the infant Princess.

—-

As Draventa's question wasn't asked out loud, the Duke of Sutherland doesn't know to answer it for her. Ronan draws a slow breath, disliking the weather this far north and the confinement. "I would most sincerely appreciate it, Your Majesty." He tries not to twist his mouth with a touch of bitterness, "A little … happiness would be a welcome change in the midst of chaos." Well, for him. He stops and watches the Queen with the infant for a long moment before he drags his gaze away.

"I … shall leave you women to enjoying the company of your kind, as well as the babe. Thank you for the welcome." Ronan is not a happy fellow, so he turns to remove himself so not to put a damper on enjoyment for the others.

—-

Draventa , who normally is very confident, although quiet, has a slightly panicked look when then Queen moves that precious bundle right next to her. She's never been this close to a baby this young before. "I…If…If you think that would be ok?" Drav's tiny, some would say frail, and her arms are skinny. She'll hold them out though for the baby. Drav's maid is watching wide eyed and will behind the Queen's back try to make a motion to hold the baby's neck. Which unfortunately just looks like she's miming holding a sack of potatoes to Draventa. "I…uh…My brother has promised to not do anything to drastic with out my consent…I believe him. I…I'm not worried." Well…not about that, anyway. The little life form in her hands though….Drav inhales, her pale eyes widening at the princess in her arms. "She's…so light…" the things noticed about new borns! Her eyes don't leave her arms, and she barely hears the Duke leave.

—-

Laetitia purses her lips with a chuckle at the look on the young Princesses face, "This is my fifth, believe me, you'll be fine." The Queen assures Draventa softly, her tone warm as she very gently corrects Dravents hold on the little princess with a scoop of her hand out to show Draventa how to hold the childs head, everything else as good as it could be, "I don't think your brother would do anything that wasn't in your express best interest, my dear." The Queen says as she stays where she is, leaning Draventa and watching as Laela's eyes scour to Draventa's face, looking up with those baby blues all newborns have, her hands wiggling up though she for the most part is quiet, "Isn't she?" The Queen states with a soft laugh, looking up as Ronan leaves to nod her head to him, "Good evening, Duke, I will work quickly to get the King to you so things can move forwards." And like that she's looking back down to Draventa with the baby, her feature soft.
"She looks like a little sweet pea right now, but when she screams you'd think Inouv was settled in her lungs, bellowing out to scare the flesh off everyone in the area." Said lovingly, Laetitia looking to Draventa now as she continues to sit on the arm of the chair, "One day you'll have one, or many, such children, Princess Monowid. I think your children will be quite lovely if you are any indication." A hand comes up, the one that helped to settle the childs neck properly in Draventa's hold, to lightly touch a lock of hair on the Princesses head admiringly, "What dreams do you have for yourself, Princess, if I may be so bold to ask."

—-

Draventa's hand shakes just a touch when the Queen adjusts it, but it's clearly from the baby, not nerves from the Queen herself. "I know…He loves me." There's a tough of sadness in that statement, but Draventa doesn't expound on it. She keeps watching the baby, eyes widening at her little hand and instinctively reaching her own finger out to touch the little digits. A soft giggle at the thought of something so horrible coming from something so sweet and Drav only looks up when she feels her hair being touched. The amazement is still on her face at the life in her arms, but her eyes actually focus on her handmaid behind the Queen before looking to her highness herself, "I only dream to do what is best for my family and Kingdom. If that is through my art, or marriage or both…I trust my brother to make that dissuasion." It's an odd statement, for sure.

—-

Odd if she weren't Royalty. Laetitia will smile understandingly, "Of course you do, my dear, though I do hope that you are able to express yourself thoroughly through your art, marriage or not. It is a wonderful skill that you should hone." Giving that lock of hair a light last touch she will smile, returning her attention to the child in Draventa's arms, quite comfortable with the young Princess holding her, "You know, Draventa, if you ever need an ear, I am always about. Perhaps we could have tea together some time, your brother allowing of course. I've a few gowns I think would look /absolutely/ stunning on you from my youth. Perhaps you could try a few, I've a gorgeous blue gown of sapphire that would make your eyes dazzle." A look to the Princesses hand maiden, "Please relay that to the Grand Duke, would you? She is so good with Laela that I think it would do to have visit a bit more." Down to Laela again she will look, reaching out to boop the babies nose with a fingertip as Laela grips Draventa's finger firmly, a smile, likely from a toot, broadening the babies lip as she coos out.

—-

Draventa looks back down at the baby in her arms, "I would be honored, your majesty." Her voice is soft, but that could be for the baby's sake. A very light tint of pink crosses her cheeks at the Queen's compliment. Draventa's maid though, looks somewhere between mortified and honored. She'll curtsy dn murmur some positive response. Draventa's lips curl in a smile, maybe at the baby, maybe at the comment to her handmaid. But she'll giggle again as the littlest princess smiles. She's not aware that it's most likely gas. "She's so tiny…Are…are all babies like this?"

—-

With rustling skirts and graceful steps that seem to follow the pattern of a dance. This is how Emerit enters the Game Room, her eyes are sparkling with delight in that freckled but still very comely face that is framed by the wealth of fiery red locks she wears in that usual wild manner. A little less gracefully follow the chaperone and one Moniwid guard. The bastard princess dances right into the middle of the room before she notices the strange scene unfolding before her. The queen, Emerit's halfsister and… that infant. A slightly puzzled look crosses her features, but Emerit remembers her manners just in time to offer the deep curtsey to the queen. "Your royal highness, good eve. Draventa." She pauses and steps closer, an amused smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Oh make sure not to break the little one…" True, Draventa may never have held a little baby before, but neither has Emerit. She does not even extend her hands to take the baby but keeps them joined before her. "Such a lovely little girl.", she says in Laetitia's direction.

—-

"Oh yes, always so sweet, fat and smiling when in company of others." The Queen murmurs, pleased with the maids response, not likely to have accepted anything other than a positive response, "But as I said, looks are deceiving. Within them they hold cries so lusty and …oh Princess, the mess that comes from them ..you'd have cause to question if they were truly of this realm, but they're more than worth it for all their oddities." A chuckle, "Perhaps some time if you wish I can tell you stories of my children when they were younger, you would not believe the antics they got up to, they grow up so fast though .."
The last wistfully murmured, the Queen looking towards Emerit as she makes her presence known, the Queen straightening up slightly, but still remains hovered over her child with the young Princess, "Princess Emerit, how lovely to see you." A nod to her, the Queens long blond hair down, dressed in a simple evening gown that gives child easy access to her breast for feeding when needed. It's a dark grey, long flowing sleeves reaching just past the knuckles of her hand, simply circlet upon her brow, "Thank you, she is. Her name is Laela Terrwyn, such a good little beast with lungs of a boar." So much love.

—-

Draventa looks up from the babe and her smile only drops a touch when she sees who's entered. Even the presence of her half sister can't dim the warmth of holding this treasure. Although she shifts uncomfortable now that Emerit smirks at her and makes the comment of breaking the child. "Good evening Emerit." She'll wiggle the finger that the infant has a hold of. "I can imagine the stories must be epic, your majesty."

—-

"Ah beautiful name indeed. I was fortunate enough to know the late Duchess Terrwyn Crawford. She must have been very close to you, that you chose to honour her with naming your child after her." Emerit lowers her gaze when she speaks of the dead, but when she looks up again, it is with a warm smile. "Your Royal Highness." Then her moss green eyes shift to Draventa. "Forgive me my jest, sister." That address being probably insult enough. "But I see my advice has been totally misplaced." She hesitates, seemingly wanting to add something, but then she just smiles and smooths her skirts.

—-

"She was my niece." The Queen will state, reaching out to pinch a cheek as Laela continues to gaze up at Draventa with that half-cocked smile, unawares of all the veiled insults going around, "Princess Draventa has been most skilled with Laela, so much so that I've invited her to join me for tea so she can enjoy the company of Laela moreso."The Queen informs Emerit, looking to Draventa with a smile, "Very good indeed. And the stories …you would not believe them. Epic is a way to put it."
Huh, a thoughtful look creases the Queens features, she's never heard that word used in that way before. Epic. She's going to have to insert it into her vernacular. She will rise up from the arm of the couch, leaning over to ever so carefully take Laela from Draventa, not because Laela is delicate, but Draventa's nervousness means no sudden moves!
"I'll leave you two to catch up, Laela is going to start rooting at your chest, Princess Draventa, if I don't feed her soon." Once the babe is secure in her arms she'll maneuver her to lay her against a shoulder, kissing the princesses cheek (Laela's) as she draws away from the couch, "Good eve to you both."

—-

Draventa out right ignores Emerit. If she's looking to get a rise, She'll need to wait till there's not a babe in her arms. She'll smile at the Queen, although the idea of the princess searching for her meal from Drav gets another blush from the Island Princess, "I will start the painting immediately, your highness. Thank you for allowing me to hold her." She'll bow her head, as the Queen leaves.

—-

"Your Royal Highness." The curtsey is offered by Emerit, how fortunate she was still standing. That remark about feeding the babe has her giggle though, it is obvious despite the hand moving to cover her mouth. But then the Mist of the Island shoots Draventa a glance. "A painting? You've promised to make a painting of Princess Laela? What a great idea." Too bad she neither can paint herself nor came up with that splendid idea. It seems after all the Moniwid Princess manages just fine without the need for the ambassador to interfere.

—-

Laetitia chuckles softly, looking between both women before she glides towards the door, "A painting -" To Emerit with a soft smile, "But I hope not of my child - " To Draventa then, "Let your imagination soar, Princess Draventa, my sweet Laela will have enough portraits of herself to make herself likely sick to see them - Inspire her. Something she can look at while growing up that has her mind soar." The Queen will stop at the door, Winifred, the more elderly Lady, following the Queen as she allows her ladies to stay and play with the darts, raising a hand briefly from the childs back to stall them from following; they need a night off, "Ladies, it was a delight. Please enjoy the rest of your evening." Green eyes will regard both a moment longer before she's out, joined by her guards, to return to her Suite.

—-

"A painting for the princess, yes." Drav's hands reach down to rub her legs. She was nervous holding the baby, and now her legs are aching from that tension.The light blush remains and she'll nod again, "Something to inspire." She'll watch as the Queen and princess leave, smiling even with the pain in her legs. Once they are gone she'll address Emerit,"I will need to start in the morning. The Queen wishes for me to take tea with her, but I don't know when that will happen."

—-

Emerit nods to Draventa's explanation while her green gaze still follows the Queen on her way out. "That sounds marvelous, indeed." she says, once they are left with those drunken ladies. An amused smirk appears on Emerit's features as her eyes linger on them for a while. Then she turns and sits down beside Draventa - another insult maybe. "Pray forgive me, but I must ask you, Draventa. Have you been approached by anyone, in regards of arranging a suitable match. I mean… Has the queen… said anything about her son, Prince Logen?" Her tone is low and confidential now, and one hand reaches for that of her halfsister - an unusual gesture of sisterly affection.

Draventa blinks, surprised at Emerit's closeness when she sits. A sigh escapes her. Can she not have one encounter with Emerit that doesn't revolve around betrothals? "No one has approached me. And no, why would the Queen say anything about Prince Logan to me? This is the first time I have ever spoken to her." Drav doesn't move her hand away, but holds it very still, like one would with a snake. She's not sure what game Emerit's playing at.

A bit of air leaves Emerit's lungs and she lowers her gaze. "Nevermind. It is still very early. I mean, his wife just passed away. Forgive me, it was a folly to inquire such a thing." But as her hand holds Draventa's she cannot help but feel the tension in the princess. She lets go almost immediately, placing her hands before her in her lap. "I am too young for this. I really am. How can Mantilo expect me to…" Her voice trails off, and after a moment her fingers return to play with that snake pendant she wears.

Draventa just raises an eyebrow. She'll purse her lips slightly and the offer, "It should not dominate ever conversation. You will get further if you don't seem you are pushing an agenda." A deep breath, "The grand Duke has faith in you. But that does not mean you have to approach everything in the same direct path as he does. You'll do more good going at a different angle than him." Her hands smooth her skirt again, conveniently rubbing her legs in the process.

"Maybe you are right.", Emerit admits, looking for a moment a bit undecided and frail - she is after all just sixteen years old. "I… thank you for your advice. It seems I am too eager to please our brother the Grand Duke, by trying to think of all the possibilities, looking at matches… And the like. I mean, just last week the Duke of Sutherland approached me to speak of possible matches… But I'm not sure anything will become of it. When the King and Queen want him to marry that Kundari Princess."

"Mantilo asks much from you." That's all Draventa will say on that, there are handmaids and guards about. She doesn't know about Emerit's, but her's are reporting everything back to Mantilo. Drav frowns slightly, pricing together a conversation from earlier. "I believe that match may be in the works. He is waiting to speak to the king." See, Drav can be nice and share info!

Emerit never really holds back with anything when she is with Mantilo, so she certainly does not care if anything is reported to him or not. Maybe it is because he lets her take a lot of liberties. Alas, these liberties help Emerit not at all with her present office. She sighs and nods when she hears Draventa's reply. "Maybe we should… continue to mingle with the nobility. If there is someone that catches your eye. Please tell me. He needs not be a prince. Not at all. After all we have all of winter." She chuckles as the strained sadness of a young girl carrying the huge office of ambassador on her shoulders starts to fade. A glance is shot towards her sister. "I know it is hard to be so far from home. If you need to talk or sit around being bored, please let me know. And I promise I will try to leave the ambassador at the office." Alas, she will not be able to leave Bastard Princess Emerit there.

And that is the crux of their issues. Drav never holds anything back either, but Mantilo has never trusted her with that, believing she's too stuck in her own head. Not the way he trusts Emerit. Delicate eyebrows come together as Drav frowns, "Mantilo…" Curse him for not telling Emerit, "He said that my betrothal was not on the table anymore. That it wasn't something to be pursued, unless I came to him." Frustration with her brother shows on her face, but she'll leave the topic, "I will be able to keep busy with the paintings. Princess Ciarrah has also sent word to me to come visit her twins. Perhaps I can just paint the whole winter away." Drav's been known to do that.

"Not on the table?" Emerit echoes, looking baffled, but then her melodious chuckle can be heard through the Game Room. "Oh dear, I am sure these were not his exact words. It was he who stressed we should…" Her voice trails off and her moss green eyes widen. Why has he not told her? "I will not bother you anymore then with these matters. It is after all what I told you just now. If there is someone, let me know. And I will leave you in peace with matches and the like." She rises, her hands move over her skirts and she stands there for a moment, pondering. "At least I hope you will consider my offer of company now and then. Your Highness. But now I will retire. It is already late. May you rest well, Draventa." A deep curtsey is offered, the sad pensiveness in Emerit's mien hardly concealed as she turns and moves to the door, her chaperone and the guard soon catching up to her.

Draventa would have much rather her broth told her, than Drav herself. She doesn't like to cause hurt, she'd rathe rust not deal with it(Emerit drama) at all. Nodding softly she'll offer, "No, not his exact words. He has been busy as of late." She'll nod her head, she can't not accept the offer, it would be rude. "Perhaps when the weather gets better we can go to the market to get flowers." She'll dip her head to her half sister as she leaves sighing softly. Her eon hands go down to rub her legs again and she'll look up to see her hand maid watching her worriedly.

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