Bajazet party log

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Dune III (Mintor) - Tuesday, December 18, 2001, 8:13 PM
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<Atreides> Mintor is now logging..
Vitaly walks in from The Adrianopol through the Platinum Doors.
Vitaly has arrived.
Hall of Sultans -- Bajazet Embassy (Kaitain)

 

        Gem-studded carved marble walls soar into the vaulted ceiling, giving the impression of space and light. The gilded ceiling sparkles and reflects the soft light that flickers from the large, suspended brass lanterns marching in three neat rows down the length of the hall. Ornate tables are pressed snugly against the north wall, under the myriad of windows. Worked with a sweeping mosaic in blues, reds, and greens, the floor tiles click sharply underfoot, the sound echoing through the vastness of the chamber. At the west end of the hall stands a large dais, behind it hangs an enormous standard. Slaves clad in black stand nearly unseen, ready to attend to the needs of any occupant of the hall.

 

Players:
 Vitaly                                             Charlotte
 Muradin                                            Felizia
Objects:
 Enormous Tiled Mosaic                            
Exits:
 Platinum Doors  <E> leads to The Adrianopol -- Bajazet Embassy (Kaitain)
 Carved Doors  <S> leads to Tulip Court -- Bajazet Embassy (Kaitain)

 

Muradin says something into his communicator.

 

Wilhelm walks in from The Adrianopol through the Platinum Doors.
Wilhelm has arrived.

 

Marco walks in from The Adrianopol through the Platinum Doors.
Marco has arrived.

 

The Bajazet have turned out their finest efforts for the evening -- food, music, entertainments, all inside the richly-appointed Hall of Sultans. The ornate tables at the north wall are piled high with meats, cheeses, fruits and nuts, and an assortment of other exotic, aromatic dishes. Even sticky-sweet flaky pastry-cakes are in plentiful supply, this traditional little dessert having become quite a favorite on Kaitain of late. Musicians are settled on cushions in a far corner of the room, playing quiet melodies markedly of the style of New Adrianopolis. Slaves bearing trays of drinks and smaller finger-foods pass deftly between guests, pausing here and there to serve as they are needed.

 

The parents themselves -- Master Muradin ibn-Ruhail Khan and Madame Felizia al-Bahir -- stand at the foot of the dais at the west end of the great hall, the celebrated babe nestled comfortably in the crook of his mother's arm.

 

Muradin says something into his communicator.

 

"Good evening", Vitaly said with a smile on his face, "Let me introduce myself. Graf Vitaly Tobolsky, the Lord of Tobolskaya Gubernia.", he bows, "I arrived on Caitain just few days ago. I hold the house Bajazet in great respect and consider it a honor to be here today."

 

The Atreides contingent make their entrance all smiles, of course. The Countess Darlekan-Atreides enters on the Arm of her newphew, Mintor Atreides, bearing a brightly wrapped pakage with a bow that seems to cascade to the floor and flows lightly, its silks trailing over Charlotte's arm. Both respective ambassadors from the House of the Hawk seem in fine spirits this evening as they make their way into the embassy offering greetings to all those they pass.

 

Muradin offers a pleasant smile, to the first person to approach the couple, bowing his head slightly. "Let house Bajazet welcome you to Kaitain then, Lord. I am glad we can meet under such a joyous and blessed occasion. May I present my son, Halil Rayhan ibn-Muradin Khan. And his mother, Lady Felizia ibn-Bahir."

 

Ratner walks in from The Adrianopol through the Platinum Doors.
Ratner has arrived.

 

Sisay walks in from The Adrianopol through the Platinum Doors.
Sisay has arrived.

 

Ylara walks in from Tulip Court through the Carved Doors.
Ylara has arrived.

 

Mintor walks in line with his aunt, when he begins to notice the newcomers walking he.. he then has to remember to breathe as charlotte nudges him as it's their turn to move up..

 

Sisay

 

        Tall and athletic, the Lady Ginaz is a picture of active youth, strength and loveliness bound up in the garb of noble breeding. Long, flowing hair of fluid ink bounces in fat curls over her broad, strong shoulders, framing delicate features: dollish in their way, her delicate nose and warm, full lips play happy check with large eyes the shape and hue of almonds that peek out from beneath her inky tresses. By no means a classical beauty, the quirkiness of the young woman's features only accentuate her radiance.
        Her mode of dress is equally quirky, a vergance of styles: from head to toe she is seathed in blood-coloured silk, embroidered with the irridescent forms of Ginaz dragonflies - gleaming silver at one angle, violet at another, they scintillate in starfield brilliance against the tightly-moulded background of the dress itself. The collar of the garment is high and clasped tight about her throat, but her limbs are not so distracted; at elbow and knee the garment flares dramatically to create flowing skirt and cuff alike, winged liquid folds from which delicate white hands and ornate golden slippers peek beneath their borders. About her waist a belt of floridly etched silver oblongs has been tightly cinched, elegant and lovely; white jewels glitter at the center of each segment. To complete the ensemble a velvet shawl has been draped over her shoulders, black softness shining with the snowy droplets of pearls sewn into the fabric. Showing clearly all at once the virtues of delicacy and demure charm while hinting at the hot blood beneath its enclosure, the gown is a triumph of elegant subtleties.
        At Sisay's wrist is a remarcable piece of art. The bracelet is made of black opals and perls, woven with the purest gold on a delicate silver mounting. The Ginaz firefly emblem is woven onto it aswell, made of many small rubys and perls. It fits the Lady's wrist perfectly.

 

Sisay just looked at you.

 

Caro walks in from The Adrianopol through the Platinum Doors.
Caro has arrived.

 

Caro comes into the room, escorted by a slave.

 

Felizia nods silently to the newly-arrived Lord of Tobolskaya Gubernia. Her eyes crinkle at the corners, indicative of the smile she surely wears, but, is hidden beneath the veil covering her face. Halil, wide awake yet for the evening, waves his arms as he coos. It's good to see a babe in such a pleasant mood.

 

Muradin says something into his communicator.

 

From the Reception Court, escorted by a couple of Bajazet slaves, enters the Na-Marquis Ratner Anselm Ginaz, and at his arm, his daughter, Sisay. A servant beside him carries a fairly large box, with a sword rested at his belt. The heir to Ginaz stands near the entrance for a little while, leaning over to speak to his daughter.

 

Theofilo walks in from The Adrianopol through the Platinum Doors.
Theofilo has arrived.

 

Ylara steps into the hall takeing notice of the crowd. Quietly she moves into the room allowing the guests their space while she looks quietly at all present.

 

Ratner smirks at his daughter from that 7 foot vantage point of his, and steps further into the room, pulling her a little closer to him with a tight, but not obvious, jolt, "Then you'll prove to be the charming and delightful daughter I always wanted..." he murmurs, looking toward the Baron and his madame, and allowing a slight dip of the head and gentle smile toward the couple.

 

After a quick nudge to her nephew, the Lady Darlekan moves up toward the new parents, grinning broadly. She stops before them and offers up the decorative parcel. "The House Atreides sends their warmest wishes to the new parents and their most joyus congratulations on your son's birth." She offers the two a slight cursty and nod befitting the proud parents and then looks at Minotr, encouraging him to add his own praise.

 

Vitaly takes a glass of wine from the tray as a slave pauses near him.

 

Caro drifts toward her fellow Ginaz, but doesn't intrude on their familial...discussion. As Ratner inclines his head to the proud new parents, she offers a polite curtsey of her own.

 

Led by their Chancellor, the Moritani entourage arrives in perfect form and fashion. Marco offers a slight grin to the assembled nobility as Theofilo follows behind, ready to sample the finery of the party. Wilhelm has something tucked under his arm, a gift perhaps?

 

Mintor nods.."Yes, we are honored to welcome another fine young man into Kaitain society."

 

Muradin regards Vitaly for a few moments longer, "We shall talk later Lord," but then turns back to the next in line, ah yes, House Atreides. A wide smile crinkles his face, marring the tattoos there, clearly pleased to see Mintor and CHarlotte. "I am glad you could both share this day with is, Lady, Lord," He says, bowing to each in turn." He gestures for Felizia to step forward and show Halil, "May I present my son.."

 

Using Highspeak, Marco says, "... ... ... ..."

 

Sisay quietly walks at the side of her father. There is a lovely smile on her face as she looks around, recognizing at least a couple of persons, except the hosts. She nods happily towards Lord Marco and then rests her glance on Mintor for a few moments. When her father stops, she drops in a graceful curtsey towards the Baronial couple.

 

Ylara finds herself a place to sit quietly near the musicians before she continues to watch the crowd. Ylara observes each group that approaches her sister Feiliza and Muradin.

 

Ylara
Ylara is a fairly short young female reaching a height of 4'9". The Slender body is shapely and keeps appealing to the eye for most people. Her skin is taned almost an Olive tone and with her short hair now growing out longer in the back now.
        Clothed in a simple outfit the consists of a lavender long sleved pull over dress that is cut at the legs to have from the waist down hang front and rear only to about knee height. She wears a more traditional black baggy herim pants and just simple pull on black soft leather slipper shoes. The last thing about her it the black veil she wears that drpes over the dress and about her head neatly hideing her face. the veil is a semi transparent material.

 

Using Highspeak, Wilhelm says, "... ... ... ..."

 

Using Highspeak, Marco says, "... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..."

 

Felizia turns her toffee eyes to the Atreides, her head tipping back as she tries to look up at the tall Lady. But she drops her eyes quickly enough, modestly at that, and steps forward as her Lord's gesture indicates. She hitches Halil up into her arms better, tipping him to show his face better -- already the ruddy, cinnamon-tone of his father's (and grandfather's) coloring.

 

Ruhail walks in from The Adrianopol through the Platinum Doors.
Ruhail has arrived.

 

Ratner gestures lightly to the line of gift-bearing persons, "Shall we?" he asks Sisay, more out of politeness than a real question, as he already begins to move toward the line. His gaze passes to the Moritani delegation for a moment, and he offers a curt nod toward them, with a light frown. Ah, the party-poopers arrive in numbers.

 

Charlotte leans over to coo at the babe and smiles brightly. She removes the top of the box she has brought with her and pulls out a platinum rattle, the handle of which is etched with a hawk. The top of the rattle is clear plasteel on the inside of this, it is diamond encrusted. A small glow globe is suspended amidst the diamonds and as Charlotte shakes it at the young fellow, it glows a myraid of different twinkling colors. She then stands back up and smiles. "He is beautiful. He will make his parents proud."

 

Ylara just looked at you.

 

Caro drifts away from Ratner and Sisay as they move for the gift line, plucking an unfamiliar looking drink from the tray of a passing slave. She sips it experimentally and looks around at the gathered crowd.

 

The lights certainly grab the babe's attention, and his eyes widen. With an uncoordinated, waving arm, he makes a grab for the rattle, his tiny fingers curling around thin air a time or two until his mother's hand gives his arm the slight push it needs in the right direction. But when he does get his hand on the rattle, his grip is firm, and, he pulls it in straight for his mouth.

 

Marco returns Sisay's nod with nod of his own and smile before turning back to his fellow house members. He holds his purple wrapped present under his thick arm while scanning about. The Count spots Caro and offers her a faint smile as well.

 

Charlotte laughs adoringly at the child's antics. "He reminds me of my own." She says reminiscently.

 

Wilhelm steps towards the gift line, grimacing a bit at the Ginaz in front of him. He mutters something to Marco in Highspeak then turns his attention to the attendees, noting each person present for later analysis.

 

It's with the quiet of the regal that Ruhail enters, the somber whites of his robes poor radiance against the dazzling wealth showered upon the child nestled against the Felizia's virtuous bosom. In through the door, and then into the corner, a raised hand quelling whatever opulent bow his guards and nearby slaves may try to offer him. This is his son's night and his grandson's, and the old man of Kaising will not presume to lord over such an occasion.

 

Using Highspeak, Wilhelm says, "... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..."

 

Caro gives a little wave in Marco's direction, then wanders toward the refreshment table.

 

Using Highspeak, Marco says, "... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..."

 

Muradin lets out a little laugh, as he watches his young son clutch the rattle so. "Yes Lady, he will be strong, and lead this house well in years to come..." He then looks directly at Charlotte and Mintor, "And perhaps will do so with the aid of your children as well, or theirs...we shall see." Then he notices his father's entrance, and follows his path for a bit, before turning his attention back to the Atreides, "Thank you for the lovely gift."

 

Felizia chuckles at her son's reaction, bending to kiss his forehead - despite that her veil gets in the way. She pauses to rest her cheek against the top of the babe's head, then nods to Charlotte. Her words carry a thick accented, the tones of Ammat deeply ingrained in her speech. "You are most kind, most noble Lady... and your gift is very much adored already... Thank you."

 

Wilhelm chuckles to himself at Marco's comment, a rare smile coming to his face.

 

Ylara turns her head to glance at what seems to catch the attention of the slaves and guards. Her eyes rest for a while on her lord Ruhail and she smiles lightly below her own black veil.

 

Sisay quickly keeps pace with her father and greets Caro beleatedly. She pulls her arm from her father's grip, walking one step in behind, leaving him to address the Baron first. Noticing Ylara also, she gives her a light nod in greeting.

 

Charlotte allows a deep nod and steps back. "Again, congratulations." She turns on Mintor's arm and they move off to mingle with the crowd.

 

Muradin turns to Felizia, as Charlotte departs with Mintor, and speaks quietly, while playfully teasing his young son, happily clutching his new rattle.

 

Muradin mutters to Felizia, "... those... they do not... they did... Ginaz celebration."

 

Ylara turns her attnetiosn back to the line just in tiem to notice the nod from Sisay and smiles back offering her own nod. The young Ylara remains seated and watches the line more.

 

Charlotte leans over toward Mintor talking softly with him as they cross the room.

 

Mintor walks away with his aunt, listening, finding it quite difficult to keep focused..

 

As the Atreides depart the scene, Ratner offers a slight nod to them, and moves up toward the dias and the couple, grinning at the little baby, then nodding to them both, "Salutations and greetings from the noble House Ginaz, Master ibn-Ruhail Khan and Kiaya Felizia al-Bahir," he intones, using the formal greeting, before gesturing to his servants, "For the beautiful child, a silver music box, carved from minerals taken from Marcinko itself." The servant steps forward momentarily with the box, and opens it, a sweet sounding tune playing for the young child.

 

Charlotte whispers: Her grace will be pleased. I am glad our gift was well received, especially by their son. I'm interested to see how the other Houses interact, however.

 

Mintor looks to his aunt...

 

You whisper, "Why? Do you think there will be a problem?" to Charlotte.

 

Charlotte whispers: I am especially interested in how the Moritani fare. Their public appearances as of late have caused some talk, after all.

 

You whisper, "True.. they already seem to have a problem with the Ginaz.." to Charlotte.

 

Felizia glances around the room while Muradin speaks to her, her head bowing over Halil again as she slowly nods. But with her expression hidden so by her veil, it's difficult to tell her mood. But she glances up once more, stealing a quick peek towards her sister, giving the other woman a quick squint of her eyes, the only smile she can show.

 

The greeting of the Ginaz, however, instantly draws Felizia's attention back and she glances at their gift being presented. The edges of her veil flutter with a lightly exhaled sigh as she murmurs appreciatively, "Oh... tis lovely, most gracious Lord..."

 

Muradin turns away from Felizia, to bow his head slightly, in a greeting and appreciation of the gift, handing it to a slave, where it will be placed among the others that young Halil does not get his little pudgy hands upon. "Greetings to you as well, na-Marquis," he nods to Felizia, "Yes, it is a most lovely gift, and will sooth my son to sleep at nights I'm sure. Be welcome here Lord, it is a pleasure to be your host this night."

 

Ratner tilts his head to the side, smiling softly to the child, "I am glad that it is suited, madame. Let us hope that it does sooth him well enough..." he then gestures to the second servant, who releases the sword at his belt, and holds it out, still in its sheath, "This, a present from the noble House Ginaz also, a specially carved cavalry sword for the young Lord in his life later. Let us hope that it serves him as much in the battles he might face, as the sword of justice he shall wield." He dips his head once more, and the sword is held out. Ratner then gestures to it, raising a brow, "May I, my lord?" he asks for permission to unsheath the sword and present the blade in detail.

 

Felizia takes a small half-step back at the sight of the sword, though there is little reason to do so, except perhaps to clear more room for the Ginaz Lord to complete his presentation.

 

Caro moves through the crowd, a slow spiral through the room, observing, smiling at people, stopping to chat briefly now and then.

 

Muradin smiles widely now, nodding his head, "Please do Lord. My son will not fully appreciate such a gift now, but he will remember it, as he learns to use it, and I should like to see it myself."

 

Ylara glances at the lady Zaug as she moves about the crowd. It seems Ylara is content with just observeing and watching those about her from where she is.

 

Sisay tried to catch Mintor's gaze but approaching the couple, she drops in a low curtsey. She smiles to the little baby, so young... so cute. She raises again, as her gaze is drawn by the blade. Her black eyes scintilate at the sight... maybe the sight wakes up memories...

 

Mintor looks up from speaking quietly with Charlotte. He notices Sisay and smiles, hoping to speak with her and her father sometime tonight..

 

Felizia gives Sisay a low nod, her half-bow near impossible where she stands, and with the baby in her arms.

 

Charlotte makes her way through the rowd gracefully. She takes up a glass and sips at it as she moves and socializes with the members of various houses. Her smile continues to grace her face as if nothing could break her of uch a wonderful mood this evening.

 

Ratner smiles and nods once more to Muradin, then removes the sword from its sheath slowly, holding it in front of him. The servant steps back, and Ratner gives a minor demonstration of the blade, thrusting the air away from the child and any others. Those who know blades might notice the sharpness and strength of it, as well as the intricately carved hilt. The Na-Marquis then takes the sheath, returns the sword to its home, and presents it himself toward Muradin, "May it serve the child well, my lord...and may you accept the apologies of His Excellency, the Marquis, for not being present. He was found to have a minor illness today, and sends his congratulations, but alas, was advised to remain in bed for short while." He looks to the baby again and smiles softly upon it.

 

Amara walks in from Tulip Court through the Carved Doors.
Amara has arrived.

 

Entering from the Tulip Court, the Lady Amara Bajazet finally makes her appearance. She is trailed by only one or two guards, who bow out tactfully instead of following her right into the Hall of the Sultans. The Lady looks around at the assembled nobles, offering nods to those she knows.

 

Muradin smiles again, watching the blade, clearly admiring it, and no stranger to using such, or the quality of the make. "The Lady and I are most saddened at that news. Give the Marquis my best, and I will see that he personally recieves congratulations upon his upcoming nuptuals, in person, when he is well." He turns to Felizia again, motioning for her to show off their son.

 

Vitaly sits at the table drinking his wine slowly. His eyes is studying all the people here, quietly evaluating everyone.

 

Ylara sits up right more as she notices Amara enter and rises slowly now.

 

Sisay smiles delightfully as the sword is passed. Hopefully it will end hung up on the wall and never brought to use. "May the sun always shine on his path." she says simply, looking at the baby and then at his parents.

 

A slave then makes his way forward, at Muradin's request, to take the blade from Ratner, and place it among the other gifts. Muradin speaks quickly to the slave, and he seems to treat it with a bit more reverence.

 

"May Allah see its edge remains sharp, and that its tip stays dry in our times of peace," Felizia murmurs very softly, her eyes following the motion of the blade. And of course, she also notes the distance from the baby that blade stays.

 

"Indeed," Ratner agrees with his daughter, and gives a final incline of the head, and a friendly grin to the young child, before moving away from the dias.

 

Noticing Ylara, the Lady Bajazet makes her way towards the former servant. Amara takes a seat beside the girl, foregoing the company of those in the waiting line to see the babe.

 

Sisay nestles her hand again under her father's arm and leans towards him to whisper.

 

Ylara smiles some as she asks amara "My lady does this eve find you well?" The now scribe remains standing and glances about the room quietly before leaning in to speak quietly with Amara.

 

Ratner sighs as his back is turned to the couple and he moves into the crowd, listening to his daughter. There seems to be a glint of sadness in his eyes, and he presses a little closer to Sisay to whisper in return.

 

A slight shake of the head answers the scribe's question, and the Lady Bajazet's gaze turns towards the Ginaz guests.

 

Ylara giggles just a little bit "Well please my lady let me see if I can change that for you." Ylara motions lightly towards sisay.

 

Sisay looks at her father and says: "You didn't know?" in quite a loud voice. She looks around and leans back closer to her father.

 

Amara rises as the scribe speaks, head dipping in a slight acknowledging nod.

 

Wilhelm steps forward as the Ginaz depart, offering a deep bow, "Master Muradin ibn-Ruhail Khan, it is with great pleasure that House Moritani welcomes your son to Kaitain." As he rises from his reverance, he offers to the Baron's son a set of books. "Knowledge is power, and thus we offer this set of Grumman Readers, so that young Halil may know the joy of knowledge as he grows older and wiser."

 

Ratner blinks at Ylara's apparantly beckoning toward his daughter, "Apparantly not many messages arrived to Marcinko from Kaitain. Your involvement with the Lord Atreides came as a fair surprise to me..." he speaks equally loudly, then looks at Amara and begins to lead his daughter toward them, leaning in once more.

 

Charlotte turns to watch the Moritani present their gift with passing interest as she sips at her drink. She idly notes with a smile to herself that their counselor of state is not present. A good thing indeed. Better to let the Chancellor handle these things.

 

Ylara approaches the Ginaz pair and has Amara with her. Once close to the couple Ylara waits paciently. After a little she polietly says "Excuse me Lady Ginaz may I have just a moment of your time?"

 

Mintor looks up as he hears his name being mentioned.. He smiles politely to the both and nods..

 

Muradin greets the Moritani continent with a less enthusiastic smile than he gave to the others, but he does muster up at least a diplomatic grin. He nods his head once, motioning for a slave to come forward, to take the books, "My thanks Chancellor, I am certain he will get much use out of these books. As always, your House proves to be most...utilitarian and practical."

 

Vitaly just looked at you.

 

Ratner coughs, blinking once again at Ylara and her complete lack of introduction, as well as clear disregard for his presence. Rather than speak out, he waits patiently, to see what his daughter's reaction will be.

 

Felizia's eyebrows rise as she studies the books, her expression, what can be seen of it, brightening immediately. "How thoughtful!" she exclaims, though her voice remains quiet and hushed. A proper follower of the tradition remains modest, and quiet... and perhaps even silent unless spoken to. She glances down for a moment, her face reddening at Master Muradin's seeming less-than-enthusiastic acceptance of the gift.

 

You sense: Ratner watches you from the corner of his eye for a moment, and offers silent greeting, perhaps an invitation that he will seek out your company soon.

 

Wilhelm smiles and nods, bringing forth an item wrapped in fine velvet that has been tucked beneath his arm all this time, "You are most welcome, Master Muradin. And lest knowledge go untempered by faith, I would offer this as well." He allows Muradin to open the package, waiting for the young Bajazet's reaction.

 

Sisay smiles and greets Ylara and her ... friend or so it seems with a warm, delightful smile. "Ylara, how nice to meet you again." She turns towards her father and says: "May I introduce you to my father, Lord Ratner Ginaz. Father, meet Ylara."

 

Marco raises an eyebrow some watching what takes place before him with a faintly amused look. The Count glances over at Theo, then Felizia with the child. A sad looks to his features comes to him and Marco stares down at the floor holding a pensive expression.

 

Ylara blinks slowly at the introduction, but smiles to sisay before turning to glance at Ratner "My lord forgive me for my ignorance." she then curtseys some before motioning to Amara "My lord and Lady Ginaz I am happy introduce you to Lady Amara Bajazet."

 

Muradin opens the item, wrapped in velvet slowly, and his eyes widen as he takes in its contents, perhaps a slight smile crossing his features, far more honest than the one of late. As he looks up to the contingency, to give his thanks, he catches Marco, looking at Felizia, and the smile fades, and the tone of his voice is back to the cold neutral tone, "It is lovely Chancellor. A truly rare find." He shows it to Felizia, an old, jewel encrusted Qoran, before handing it off to a slave.

 

Ratner makes no official dip of his head or greeting for the apparant slave, "Good eve, Ylara. My daughter tells me that you two are acquainted...?" he smiles amiably, then turns to look at Amara, tilting his head to the side, "You'll forgive me, of course, for not knowing you by face, my lady. My time on Kaitain has been fairly short, and I've yet to truly visit our friends and place faces to the names which I've studied." He grins, and inclines his head to the lady lightly, chuckling.

 

Amara inclines her head as the introductions are made. "My Lord Ginaz," she says softly, "My Lady." Her head rises. "It is a pleasure to meet you both on this happy occasion." Indeed, the tone of her voice indicates that Amara is happy, despite her recent loss.

 

Wilhelm nods and bows, again, "A rare gift for a rare friend, Young Master." With a slight motion to Theofilo, quickly trying to divert Muradin's attention, he says, "Lord Theofilo also wishes to make a presentation." He steps aside to allow the Moritani diplomat to come forward.

 

The diplomat Theofilo makes an elegant and profound obeisance to the Bajazet lord, rising with a box of ebon wood clasped to his chest. He says, "Illustrious lord of a most noble House! A hundred thousand welcomes to the scion of your line." At this, he lowers his eyes deferentially and nods toward the child. "It is written that he who would be master of his fate must first learn to master the voids of space and the grains of time. To teach the young lord the vastness of the Universe and the mysteries of Time, which holds all in thrall, we present this ancient water-clock, fashioned of marble, gold and platinum, with many precious stones. At a touch, the clock's face will show any star and any world of the Imperium, and it will never ring a false hour." With that, he bows, and offers it with extended arms

 

Sisay nods and says: "Ahh... It was such a regrettable loss. I am sorry that I didn't had the opportunity to meet your sister, My Lady. May God rest her soul."

 

Charlotte raises an eyebrow, still watching the Moritani delegation from her perch in the back of the room. She chuckles slightly as they once again seem to try and outdo themselves before turning back to speak with another aquaintance, still sipping at her drink.

 

Ylara looks directly at Ratner as she nods before turning her attention to Sisay "Have you been well also I hope that Elsa has been well..." she glances about the room "I am slightly supprised to not see her present tonight."

 

Mintor pleasantly takes a drink from one of the.. slaves, and finds a quiet corner to stand.. he waits for the throng to die down a bit before approaching those he wishes to speak to..

 

Ratner remains silent for the moment, believing that perhaps it may not be appropriate to offer condolences to a person he doesn't know over a person he doesn't know. He leaves the majority of speech to Sisay, until looked at by Ylara, blinking again. These slaves are quite daring, it seems.

 

Muradin maintains his rather neutral look as the clock is presented, calling forth another slave to take yet another gift from the Moritani. As he speaks to him, its clear he treats the gift with less reverence than the blade or box given by the Ginaz, or the rattle that they only recently pryed from the strong fingers of Halil. "Thank you Lord...it is most exquisite, and I am certain my son will enjoy it as he grows." He seems to keep an eye on Marco, ever so slightly, as he speaks, and even a glance to Felizia now and then.

 

Felizia cranes her neck to see over into her lord's hands, her eyebrows most definitely rising well into her hairline at the gift from the Moritani Chancellor. And then, the Moritani diplomat's presentation -- and such an eloquent one at that. Where have they been hiding this one?

 

Unfortunately, it is at that moment that Halil decides it's time to cry. And he does. Loudly. His face screws up in a most sour expression, as Felizia gestures a slave forth from behind her. Apparently expected, this episode was, as the slave produces a small bottle of milk for the not-so-wee babe. The rising wail is halted immediately as the nipple finds its way into his mouth, and, he suckles it contentedly.

 

The musicians in the far corner of the room cease their playing as the baby cries, but when he stops again, they raise their hands, calling something in Ammat. And with laughter all around, they get back to their own playing.

 

A smile, partly hidden by her veil, graces Amara's lips. "I thank you for your condolences, my lady." She glances briefly at Ratner, but no words from him are forthcoming. Her brows crease ever so slightly at that.

 

Sisay sighs and replies: "She is allright. Unfortunately the Sisterhood needs her today so she couldn't attend at this lovely ocasion." SHe looks at Amara and explains: "Lady Elsa is my Bene Gesserit tutor and close friend. We usually go out together..."

 

Charlotte finds her way back to Mintor and lips in by his side, speaking softly, her smile still ready to jump off her enthusiastic face.

 

Charlotte whispers: The Moritani go to such pains, they almost make themselves look bad.

 

The smile vanishes beneath the veil at the mention of the Sisterhood. Chestnut eyes flick briefly to the scribe at her side as Amara takes in this new information. "Indeed?" she asks, the question hanging in the air.

 

Ylara nods in understanding to Sisay. with a shift of her feet Ylara leans in to whisper to Amara.

 

Mintor chuckles and replies quietly to his aunt..

 

You whisper, "Almost? What further lengths must they go to?"" to Charlotte.

 

Always in command, even if quietly so, the Moritani Chancellor nods to Theofilo and then motions for Marco to step forward. Even without words, Wilhelm's demeanor speaks volumes about the tight ship he runs amongst the staff of House Moritani.

 

Ratner turns for a moment to look at the crying baby, then chuckles to himself, and looks back at Sisay, smiling lightly to the four of them, and looking quite strange in his silent little way. He flicks back a few hairs which continually defy his own style, and then pushes his spectacles back up his nose.

 

Ylara mutters to Amara, "My... the... does... Sisay... have... maybe... you... move... I... you to..."

 

You whisper, "If you'll excuse me, I think i should go rescue the poor na-Marquis.." to Charlotte.

 

Charlotte chuckles, but doesn't change her expression one bit. She offers a nod to her nephew, conceding to his comment.

 

Mintor leaves his place and makes his way to Ratner and the four ladies.. he nods politely to all, a lagre smile to sisay, and then turns to ratner.."Excuse me, M'lord.. But I was hoping I could speak with you for a moment?"
Long distance to Ylara: Mintor chuckles..

 

Sisay gets a bit pale as she witnesses Amara's reaction. She says, changing the subject: "A lovely party, isn't it? I do hope you still have those sweets I had been treated with the last time..." Her words are cut as the Atreides appears suddenly in her view. And she smiles back.

 

Marco raises an eyebrow at the Chancellor as he motions him foward. For sure the man will have a few words with the mentat before this night is over with. The Count smiles slightly to Muradin and gives an even bigger smile to Felizia and the child. From his strong arms the Arakian man holds out the purple box, "I congradulate you both on entering the ranks of parenthood. Children are a precious thing. For the newest edition to your house, I present something that he might enjoy at this age." Marco opens the bos to reveal a metal disk on a moveable arm with a clamp on the end. The entire device is plated in platinum. He activates the maching showing many spinning planets and stars. "A baby mobile that fixes to the side of his crib or cradle." Marco offers it foward.

 

Amara's attention swings towards the new arrival, noting the smiling interplay between himself and the Lady Ginaz. She dips her head to Sisay's pleasant words, accepting the change of subject with a feeling of relief.

 

Ratner nods in return to Mintor, whom he does seem to know, despite not actually meeting him before, "Certainly, Lord Atreides...I have been meaning to speak with you." He turns to the ladies, "Would you excuse me, Ylara, Lady Bajazet?" He nods to the latter, and tilts his head to the former, then slips his arm away from Sisay, "I should be only a moment..." he assures his daughter, stepping up to Mintor and waiting for him to lead him elsewhere.

 

Marco adds, "A solido projection."

 

Felizia does not meet Marco's gaze, nor do her eyes rise in any way near to his face. The gift holds the focus of her gaze, and the babe in her arms. Though, she does murmur quietly, "Another thoughtful gift... it is very appreciated, and I'm sure it will be very much enjoyed." Indeed, though his bottle is his world at the moment, the babe's head lolls to the side as he watches the spinning orbs intently.

 

Vitaly have noticed Amara's attention and anwers her with a smile.

 

Sisay smiles and nods, remaining quiet.

 

Muradin claps his hands together quickly, after Felizia speaks, and a slave comes and takes the mobile away, shutting it off, as he leans over, to draw Halil's attention away from the Moritani gift, and to his father. He speaks as well, not even looking at Marco, "Very nice Lord...thank you. If my child needs to be distracted from more intellectual, or noble pursuits, this gift will do quite nicely."

 

The sound of a familiar voice turns her head, and the Lady Bajazet notes the presence of the Lord Marco. As her attention turns back to her immediate guests, she catches the eye of Vitaly, who she greets with a nod.

 

Ylara swallows somewhat before speaking quietly "Lady Ginaz it was a pleasure to meet your Father, but if you will excuse me I would liek to see my sister and her child really quick." Ylara closes her eyes a little "Lady Bajazet if you will excuse me for a bit."

 

Mintor leads Ratner to a quiet corner.."Please forgive my intrusion, but I believed that now would be a good time to speak with you... The ladies seem to have a conversation of their own.. And likewise forgive me for not seeking you out earlier.. I had just recnetly been informed of your arrival on Kaitain.. I am sure you have heard that I am Lord Mintor Atreides, and have been promised to marry your lovely daughter, Sisay.."

 

Amara nods to Ylara, murmuring, "Of course, thank you for making introductions, Ylara."

 

Sisay smiles and nods to Ylara. "But of course..."

 

Ylara curtseys to both ladies and then moves towards the Dias where her sister and the Na-Bajazet is at.

 

Ratner ah's lightly, looking at the giant mosaic in the room as he speaks lightly to Mintor, "I have heard such news, yes. For being promised, I have not heard such...and I have spoken to my brother the Marquis on this matter," he doesn't elaborate on what was discussed between the two, "It wasn't my knowledge until I arrived on Kaitain that you were to be wed to Sisay, and therefore I've not had much time to ponder the situation, as a father must. Tell me, Lord Atreides, you feel deeply for my daughter?" he asks, in all politeness, looking at Mintor with those deep orbs.

 

Marco gives his best sarcastic smile from his lips, "Oh, thank you, Master Muradin. I'm so glad you approve of the gift. I should be able to sleep much better now." His blue with in blue eyes turn to the mother, "Congradulations to you...," he looks to Muridan as well, "both." With that he blinks his eyes rapidly while holding the evil smile.

 

Felizia notices the arrival of Ylara, and though her head remains lowered she peers up at the younger woman with a conspirational smile. She frees a hand from Halil's blanket, lifting her fingers to gesture Ylara closer.

 

Lady Elaine Fairchilde has arrived.

 

Wilhelm shoots Marco a glare then bows again to Muradin. "Peace and prosperity to you and your House, Young Master." He takes the opportunity to step away from the dais and into the crowd.

 

Mintor sighs, already with the tough questions.."Well, yes.. I am quite fond of her, given the few times that we've been able to meet. She is spirited, which is refreshing amongst such stale air here on kaitain, yet I must be honest in saying that this arrangement was made by my sister and your Marquis, and for political reasons, I fear.."

 

Sisay approaches a table nearby and tastes some of the wondeful Bajazet sweets. Learning a few tricks from her friend, she positions herself such that at least some of the words spoken by her father and Mintor would be heard by her ears.

 

Marco steps away too dropping his smile back to his cool expression and walking off to find something to drink.

 

Lady Elaine Fairchilde enters the room, assisted by her suspensor chair. She observes the goings-on in the room with a calm confidence.

 

Muradin nods and bows to wilhelm, chosing to ignore Marco, at least as much as his response to Wilhelm will allow. "The Peace of Allah be with you as well. I fear you will need his guidance in the upcoming days in your house." With that, he looks to the next 'supplicant'

 

Vitaly stands from the table and makes his way towards Lady Amara. "Nice party you have here...", he says, "But I'm afraid I don't like noisy parties very much. I am tired of them usually.", he looks confused a little, "Can you tell me something about all those great personalities who gathered here today?"

 

Using Highspeak, Marco says, "... ... ... ..."

 

Ylara approaches quietly the proud parents. Her eyes linger on her sister for a long while before she smiles slowly "My lord, my sister I hope you both are well." She curtseys to Muradin "I am sorry if I had not come earlier to see either of you and offer a congratuations for a healthy young boy." She looks to Felizia and the child.

 

Ratner looks down at his shoes, spectacles falling to the bottom of his nose with the movement, quickly put back into place, "Naturally, a woman in such a high position as my daughter cannot escape the intricacies of politics. I'm sure you know the feeling yourself," he smiles, somewhat sympathetically to Mintor before continuing, "I am assuming that you are not object to the marriage, my lord?"

 

A puzzled nod is Wilhelm's only response to Muradin as the Mentat assimilates the words. As he moves into the crowd, he seems to direct an oddly blank stare upon the far wall.

 

Mintor raises an eyebrow.."Object? Well, i do object to being a political pawn, but that is as they say, the Nature of the Beast? But being wed to your daughter? I could do much worse for a wife."

 

"Our duties keep us all well occupied, sister-mine," Felizia murmurs quietly. "Though it is no fault of your own, and I find no blame with you for it."

 

Charlotte continues moving through the crowd once again, excchanging pleasantries and stories with those present, obviously setting aside businness for the evening.

 

Since the lady Sisay has disengaged herself and Ylara departed, Amara finds herself alone. She turns towards the speaker, looking at Vitaly, whom she has admittedly never seen before. Her brows rise slightly, and she inclines her head only because she is unsure of this man's rank. His manner would indicate high nobility, since he decided against addressing her...at all. "I thank you for your compliments, sir," she replies evenly. "But I am not sure that we have met. I am the Lady Amara Bajazet."

 

Muradin smiles pleasantly, the mood of the Moritani's fleeing as Ylara and Felizia talk. Leaving the two to their conversation, his eyes scan the crowd, wondering who will be the next to approach.

 

Ylara looks down and swallows "Unlike the many great houses who have come, I am unable to offer a gift any more then wishes for Allah see to good health for you both and the young master." She curtseys again to you both.

 

Ratner laughs at Mintor's comment, musing to himself <<Could you? I can't think of anyone who could be much worse than my brat...>>, "Of course. Sisay is a true gem...I value her greatly as my daughter, and as a noble lady of House Ginaz." He clasps his hands behind his back, "I shall openly admit, Lord Atreides, that I have been taken aback. It is a worrying thing, to see your child suddenly all grown up, you know..." he looks at Sisay when this is said, eyes twinkling with some love.

 

Felizia reaches forward to embrace Ylara loosely, with Halil between them, her forehead finding the other woman's to rest lightly against it. "And that is as fine a gift as any might offer... it comes from within, and that is all that matters," she murmurs in a soft, reassuring tone.

 

Lady Elaine Fairchilde floats her way into the room, looking about for familiar faces. She steers her way over to Lady Caroline, nodding pleasantly. "My Lady," she says by way of greeting. "I believe I recognize you from the Lady Emylie. I trust you are well." With a rather helpless grin, she says, indicating the cast and suspensors, "Do forgive me for not curtsying." Lowering her voice, she asks, "Is there a recieving line?"

 

Vitaly says to Amara, "Oh, I've forgotten to introduce myself, excuse me, my Lady. Count Vitaly Tobolsky, Lord of Tobolskaya Gubernia on Garrahu VI, in your disposal."

 

Caro licks the sticky honey from her lips and nods, gesturing toward Muradin with the hand that still holds a bit of baklawa. She takes a sip of wine to clear her voice and says, "Yes, I think there's an opening there now."

 

Sisay looks to her father and beams a wicked smile, then trails off through the crowd.

 

Muradin turns and smiles, as Ylara and Felizia embrace, "Felizia speaks true...my thanks for your well wishes...and Allah may bless you in the future as well."

 

Marco continues to stand around with his Moritani members. As he goes to take a passing cup of coffee, he spots Lady Bajazet who he nods deeply to with a small smile.

 

Mintor nods.."but of course. That is why I wished to speak with you.. To assure that the Lady will be in the best care and thatyou have nothing to worry yourself about.."

 

Ylara smiles and answers in the embrace "Thank you Felizia." she pulsl back now slowly "I am sure we will speak later again when things are more conveient, but you surely have more guests who do not have the convience I do to see your son." With the she steps back and looks quickly to Muradin "My lord do enjoy the rest of this evening with my sister and your son."

 

Lady Elaine Fairchilde aspies the opening with a nod. "Thank you dear," she says to Caro and quickly departs, steering her suspensors neatly into the opening. She waits patiently to be recognized, all bright smiles.

 

Ratner laughs again, at his daughter's smile, then shakes his head, "She is one of a kind. I must say that," he looks back at Mintor, "I am certain that you would treat her with utmost respect and care, Lord Atreides, however you must allow me my time on this issue. I am a scholar and philosopher, a thinker of problems. Not a man who is rash. I'm sure you understand?" He tilts his head to the side, and a giant hand comes out to pat the fellow on the shoulder.

 

Wilhelm wanders away from the rest of the Moritani, seeking quiet and solitude near one of the windows. He folds his arms and leans against the wall, blankly staring at the crowd with an absently plucked drink held in his hand.

 

Mintor nods and smiles.."But of course, M'Lord.. I wouldn't have it any other way.."

 

Amara inclines her head again to Vitaly, saying, "A pleasure to meet you, Count. I hope you have enjoyed your time here." Her tone seems a little more congenial now, "As for making introductions, I am afraid that I am perhaps the wrong person to ask. I have but recently returned to Kaitain myself, and have been secluded in mourning for the passing of my sister, the Sultana."

 

Theofilo walks to the east and passes through the Platinum Doors.
Theofilo has left.

 

Ratner searches for his daughter amongst the crowd from his vantage point, and responds to Mintor again, "Perhaps you would like to join myself and my daughter later this evening, after the party. I would very much like to become better acquainted with you..."

 

Mintor nods.."Why yes, M'Lord.. I'd enjoy that greatly.."

 

Sisay grabs two glasses of what seems to be wine or something and approaches her father and Mintor offering the beverage. "What would we enjoy father?" she asks merrily.

 

Charlotte watches her nephew speaking with the na-Marquis appraisingly before continuing her stroll through the room which takes her directly past the na-Count Moritani whom she offers a wide smile and nod to, perhaps only out of pure courtesy. Who knows with the exuberant woman's ever changing moods.

 

Ratner takes the glass gladly, "To have the Lord Atreides over to the Embassy, and become better acquainted with him, after the party here. We have quite a lot to catch up on, however," he sips from the wine, and looks down his spectacles to his somewhat shorter daughter, offering an arm for her to move into.

 

Mintor beams brightly as the Lady Sisay approaches.. he bows.."M'Lady, you are lovlier now than the last time we met."

 

Stirred from his meditation by such an out of place nicety from the Countess Darleken, Wilhelm blinks a few times and offers a brief nod, "M'lady." Caught off guard, that seems all he can muster for the time being.

 

Vitaly nods to Amara, "Well, then. Don't you mind if I leave the party now? I would like to meet you in more quiet atmosphere later."

 

Charlotte smiles and nods, perhaps happy to have achieved her goal. "Lord Faulkenberg." She chuckles slightly. "Good to see you again."

 

Marco looks over to Willy and shakes his head at he mentat with a mild grimace. The damnable blued man takes a stroll around the room sampling the food.

 

Sisay giggles and blushes while she curtsies. "My Lord, it must be just the outfit..." She holds the other glass up towards Mintor. "They say it would be a good wine... please..." she adds while resuming her position at her father's arm. "It would be a lovely idea to joing us at the Embassy."

 

Lady Elaine Fairchilde says, "My Lord, Lady." She inclines her head deeply, hand over her heart. "Forgive my humble obesiance on this most noble and glorious of occasions. I congratulate you both on the birth of your child. Allow me to introduce myself. Lady Elaine Fairchilde, at your service. Her Imperial Majesty did bid me come and convey Her own heartfelt congratulations as well." At this, she pulls out a small box which she presents to Muradin. "Please do accept this small token of appreciation from House Corrino to your esteemed and most favoured child.""

 

Mintor smiles and nods.."As I was saying to your Honorable father, i would be most pleased.."

 

Amara replies to Vitaly, "No offense will be taken at your comings and goings, m'lord. This is a party of goodwill and goodcheer, a celebration of the birth of the babe. What schedules you keep are your own; I thank you on behalf of House Bajazet for attending."

 

Wilhelm raises his brows as he nods again, a wry grin upon his face. "Yes... good to see you, m'lady. A beautiful child, is it not?"

 

Charlotte turns toward the Chancellor as she was begining to stroll off. If he is in the mood for talk, then so be it. "Indeed he is, m'Lord. Reminds me greatly of my own when they were small." She sighs softly, still smiling that almost ridiculously huge smile.

 

Muradin smiles, happily, at a gift from the Corrino's, holding out his hand to accept it, not opening it however, "Thank you Lady. You truly honor us with your presence. I had hoped one of your noble house would come, to celebrate with us, and truly Allah has blessed us."

 

Lady Elaine Fairchilde opens the box, pulling out a platinum child's sippy cup, encrusted with a variable rainbow of jewels: diamonds, emeralds, rubies, sapphires, hagal quartz -- all are represented. The sippy cut is rounded on the bottom to prevent small hands from tipping it over.

 

Vitaly walks to the east and passes through the Platinum Doors.
Vitaly has left.

 

Marco makes his way over to Amara holding a drink in one hand, "Good evening, my lady."

 

Ratner runs his finger inside the glass for a moment, tasting the wine upon it, "I'm glad, Lord Atreides!" he exclaims, grinning at the younger man in that charming way of his, then holding his daughter a little closer, perhaps a bit...protectively? "You might imagine I've not had much time to speak with my daughter, and marriage isn't something that has become present in our conversation at all, I don't think." He looks at his daughter, and brushes a stray hair from her face, glasses slipping down his nose again. This time it isn't corrected.

 

Wilhelm grimaces a bit, "I'm sure they were beautiful. I've not yet had the opportunity to enjoy such blessings. Perhaps when I return to Grumman for good, eh?"

 

Felizia nods deeply as she surveys the elegant cup, favoring the Lady in Waiting with a suddenly shy smile. She's quite lost her tongue, it seems, in the presence of one all the way from the Palace..

 

Amara looks slightly puzzled as the Count departs without words of thanks, but her attention is directed almost immediately towards Marco. "My Lord Marco, it is good to see you here," her brows rise slightly, remembering the run-in in the Hotel Lounge. "I could not see the gift presented to Master Muradin or the Kaia, but I am sure it was splendid."

 

Charlotte raises an eyebrow at Wilhelm. "I am surprised you would consider leaving Kaitain. It so fits you." She laughs lightly. "But, of course, we all must retire at some point, no?"

 

Lady Elaine Fairchilde returns the sippy cup to its box. She smiles serenly. "I trust you are both in the thralls of parenthood. May the joys last forever and the travails be minor."

 

Muradin smiles, bowing his head to the lady, respectfully, "My thanks again, the gift is quite precious, and indeed, my son will cherish it, all his days under Allah's blessing."

 

Wilhelm chortles, a hint of disappointment present in his tone, "One would think it would suit me, yes. I have simply been blessed with talents that suit it, nothing more."

 

Marco offers a smile as he sips his coffee, "Thank you. It was a solido projector of a planet mobile. Something a baby might like I hope."

 

Mintor smiles and nods.."But of course.."

 

Lady Elaine Fairchilde inclines her head once more. "My Lord. Lady." Backing the suspensors up, she steers her suspensors away from the center, hovering once more on the edges, observing the room with keen, hawkish eyes.

 

Sisay giggles as her father fiddles with the lock of hair. Normally she wouldn't even let him touch her, let alone stand at his arm, but time and changes much... She says: "Oh, come on father, we really are not in any hurry. I think that as long as our intentions are clear, both my uncle and Her Grace, the Dutchess will be relieved..."

 

Charlotte nods at the mentat. "Of course, m'Lord. But we are all blessed with a talent for something. Even the lowliest of us." She gestures with a hand as she makes her point and then sips at her glass absently. "But you seem to be otherwise preoccupied this eve, so I will leave you to your thoughts." She lets him off the hook as she offers another deep nod and a gracious smile.

 

Caro finally leaves off the refreshments and approaches Muradin and Felizia, to join the gift line, a small, awkwardly shaped gift wrapped in tissue paper in her hand.

 

Knowing very little about children, Amara can only nod. "He seems bright already, My Lord. It seems an excellent gift." Her gaze turns towards the parents, but she does not make a move to go over yet.

 

Ratner chuckles, sipping the wine once more, "And I get no say in the matter?" he jibes, patting Sisay on the arm, "What is the Duchess like, Lord Atreides? I've heard and read minor details about her, but there isn't much listed in the books I've studied. She is a strong woman, is she not?"

 

Muradin turns his head, after watching Lady elaine depart, and spots Caro approaching. He beckons her forward with a nod of his head, turning to watch his young son coo a little, in the time it takes for Caro to close the distance.

 

Mintor nods.."Well, of course.. it takes a strong woman to be siridar of such a House as Atreides.. But she is most fair and friendly.. Perhaps you'll be able to come and see us at the Estate and you could speak with her?"

 

Wilhelm shakes his head slightly, sipping at his own drink that he only recently realized he had picked up. "Oh... I am sorry. I don't mean to be rude. Sometimes my mind wanders. It is a terrible thing to have happen to someone such as myself."

 

Felizia steps closer to her lord, and still holding the baby quiet securely in her arms. Not seeming to tire of him, either, she chuckles quietly as she watches his interactions with his father.

 

Marco shrugs and nods thinking of something, "He..." His voice fails him and so the Count sips at his drink again.

 

Charlotte smirks a bit now. "I should guess as much m'Lord. But I would not presume to know." She nods again. "No offense is taken of course. Enjoy the rest of your evening."

 

Sisay nods and beams a smile to Mintor before looking to her father: "She is really nice, you must meet her!"

 

Caro curtsies but says nothing for a moment, just admiring the baby and smiling, reluctant to break Muradin's attention on his son. Eventually, she does hold out what appears to be a picture frame with stand beneath the wrapping, but explains, "It's a mirror, My Lord, but not the usual kind. If you lift your right arm in this mirror, it is not the mirror image you see, but the image that others see of you, when looking at you." She smiles and adds something softly to her words.

 

Ratner nods in agreement, "I should like to meet her, indeed. I am yet to truly give my presence to those Houses of import in the Imperium..." he pauses, and oh's suddenly, loudly, turning to Sisay, "Your mother, she asked me to send you her best. Says that she misses you very much, and hopes you'll find the time to visit her on Marcinko in a little while."

 

Wilhelm nods in thanks, "You are most kind, Countess. Give my regards to your daughter when next you see her. Quite a treasure to behold, much like her mother." He offers a broad, and perhaps genuine, smile as he watches the Atreides woman depart his company.

 

Amara's brows rise again as Marco cuts himself off, but she says nothing.

 

Charlotte looks bak momentarily at Wilhelm with a raised eyebrow. "Indeed I will, Chancellor." And with that she makes her way back into the crowd.

 

Muradin smiles, as he takes the gift, and looks it over, remarking at its unique qualities, before handing it to Felizia to inspect, and speaking, "My thanks Lady, it is a remarkable thing, and a lesson well learned, one that I think, in coming days, will prove most useful. Hopefully Allah can enlighten us to that very thing."

 

Sisay lowers her eyes at the mention of her mother. She nods quickly and whispers: "I will..."

 

Caro curtsies again, "I wish you and your family all the best, My Lord. My Lady." She smiles at Felizia and the child once again, and then moves off into the crowd.

 

Felizia does not take the gift, under the pretense that her hands are already full and occupied with Halil and his bottle. But not before a strange look passes her eyes at seeing how the Lady addresses herself entirely to Muradin, and not to her in the slightest. Perhaps she even squints a little, before glancing up at Muradin with an arched brow.

 

Marco smiles now back to the lady. "Have you went in line yet, my lady?"

 

Mintor raises an eyebrow and frowns a bit at Sisay's discomfort, but knows well enough to stay out of family business.. He nods.."Yes, I'm sure she'd be more than happy to meet with you.."

 

Charlotte looks around once more, seemingly happy with her visit and content to leave. She makes her way toward the exit with one final smile and nod toward the blessed parents, not that they're paying attention, but respect where respect is due. Her green skirts swirl and she vanishes into from whence she came.

 

Charlotte walks to the east and passes through the Platinum Doors.
Charlotte has left.

 

Amara shakes her head, "I have not, My Lord. But I have the benefit of seeing the child at my leisure, here in the embassy."

 

Wilhelm sips his drink idly now, a devilish grin hidden only by the glass.

 

Marco nods glancing off to the mentat, "Of course. I forgot to ask, how have you been?"

 

Ratner goes silent for a few moments, thinking about his wife, then clears his throat and puts his empty wine glass in the hands of a capable servant/slave, "I should hope to see you at the Embassy later on, Lord Atreides, but for now I really must depart. I'll see you later tonight, dear..." he nods to both, and pats his daughter on the shoulder as a goodbye. A final dip of the head is directed to the couple before the Na-Marquis departs the scene.

 

Ratner walks to the east and passes through the Platinum Doors.
Ratner has left.

 

"It gets a little easier, with each day," Amara says quietly. "Sometimes, there are bright patches, like the birth of Halil." She smiles then, accentuating her words with a gesture.

 

Caro gets a glass of wine and goes back to her slow circulation of the room.

 

Marco says, "I know what you mean, my lady. I am glad to see that you are doing better."

 

Muradin turns, and offers a reassuring smile to Felizia, letting one of his hands rest on her shoulder, as he takes back the mirror, and hands it to a slave to be added to the other gifts. "I think we have come to an end, with the formal procession Felizia..." he looks down at Halil, "And how is my little boy doing?"

 

"I thank you for asking, My Lord", Amara responds. Her eyes go again to the parents as she speaks, "If you will excuse me, I am feeling tired of a sudden. I think I will retire to my chambers." She inclines her head, "Thank you for attending."

 

Lady Elaine Fairchilde walks to the east and passes through the Platinum Doors.
Lady Elaine Fairchilde has left.

 

Mintor looks around, seeming to have been abandoned by both his aunt, and his fiance and her father.. he walks over to the refreshment table and grabs a few hors d'oeuvres.

 

Felizia dips her head towards the babe, as she murmurs her response to Muradin, "He needs to be put to bed." The observation is a correct one -- his eyes droop sleepily while he suckles his bottle.

 

Marco nods slowly as she speaks, "I understand. Thank you for allowing me to attend. Good evening, my lady."

 

Amara inclines her head once more, then takes her leave.

 

Amara steps through the carved doors, as the guards hold it open for her.
Amara has left.

 

Muradin smiles, and nods, as he reaches out to playfully stroke the baby's cheek, such a tender gesture, from a usually cold man. "Do you wish to put him down yourself? I should not leave our guests so soon I think..." he glances out, muttering, as he sees the moritani, "Even them."

 

Marco makes his way around after speaking with Lady Amara. He trades his empty cup for something else. A familiar face does catch his eyes, "Lady Caro."

 

Felizia sighs quietly and shakes her head, turning to hand the baby off to a slave. "I would like to mingle, some..." she says, and already she sets her feet in motion towards the food table. But... how is she to eat, with a veil covering her face?

 

The chosen slave smiles as she accepts Halil, the small one already holding many of the hearts of the Seraglio within the palm of his hand. He is carried off gingerly, towards his own bed for the night, and he makes no fuss about it at all. Such a big night for one so small.

 

Muradin nods, as he moves to follow Felizia, for the first time this evening, more in tow than at the lead. He gathers some food for Felizia, offering it to her, as he watches his son being carried off. "It was good to have so many show up I think...my pet."

 

Caro glances up from her contemplation of another sweet and smiles, "My Lord Count."

 

Felizia uses the back of her hand to lift her veil out from her face, but not above her chin as she pops a grape into her mouth with her other hand. She nods slowly, looking around the room for faces more familiar to her than others, but her eyes do not quite stop moving. At least, not until they reach the Count of Tuncart. She almost seems to notice him for the first time, but with no other expression she turns back to the food table, and her lord. "I had not expected such courtesies as the gifts which were given tonight."

 

Pers walks in from The Adrianopol through the Platinum Doors.
Pers has arrived.

 

Marco says, "It is good to see you again."

 

Caro nods, "Things have been a little...crazy, no?"

 

Muradin smiles and nods, catching the glance given to Marco, and it recieves a bit of a narrowed glance in his direction, but one that catches Pers's entrance as well, "It seems we have more more guest Felizia."

 

Marco glances back over at Felizia some before he turns his direction over to Lady Zaug, "Indeed, most hectic. How have you been holding up?"

 

Caro takes a sip of her wine, "Well enough. I'm rather...perhaps it's just that I have nothing to occupy my time except the social rounds. I should have something to do." She nods to herself, "To capture my interest."

 

Marco says, "Take a hobby up. Mine is riding."

 

Pers strides into the Hall of Sultans with his gaze cast out amongst the people still trickling about. Under his arm is tucked a small package, wrapped in gauzy paper; the close might observe deep lines under his eyes, indicating that it is as much business as pleasure that has detained the Viscount in the Embassy District this evening.

 

Wilhelm walks to the east and passes through the Platinum Doors.
Wilhelm has left.

 

Caro smiles at Marco, "Yes, a good idea...." She glances at Pers as he enters the Hall, dropping a small curtsey by way of greeting from a distance.

 

Turning to see who her lord is indicating, Felizia's eyebrows rise quite quickly as she recognizes the Viscount Alvstad. The very man who once considered selling a lost Bajazet slave to the Harkonnen.

 

Marco says, "Do you enjo riding, my lady?"

 

Caro says, "Actually, I don't know how. I've never been...permitted."

 

Muradin turns, and offers a polite smile, closing the distance between him and the Viscount, bowing his head, "Welcome to the Embassy and House Bajazet Viscount. I regret that young Halil was tired, and had to sleep...but we are glad you could arrive, and we offer our most sincere sympathies on your recent loss."

 

<Got disconnected and had to take care of my own baby..>