September 28, 2013 Who: Aneirin Calmcacil & Mikino Alcaeyn What: Nye approaches Mikino in place of Avalynn's Father and the brother she never had. Where: Outside of the Chaldean's Quarters. Rating: Low Status: Incomplete
It was a somber Lord Calmcacil that returned from the West to Court. Having been the lest flashy in looks of the rakehells known, his all black attire of mourning was a stark difference. His riding gear even reflected his mourning, though he had balked at the ridiculous replacement of his standard brown riding gear, seeing the spending as frivolous. However, his stable master would not be denied in seeing his master looking lordly in his mourning. Just as the rest of the servants seemed determined to butt their noses into his affairs. The Housekeeper personally overseeing his packing, the chef glaring at him from a corner of the small family dining room to be sure he ate what he should instead of being distracted from food by the overwhelming load of paperwork needed for him to do.
Then, after arriving and stopping in his court rooms, he was on the prowl again, not wanting to sit still. Out of his riding gear, he still dressed in mourning black, but red was to be seen as well. Black and red, the Calmcacil colors. It was only a small, simple bit of embroidery along with the red gem upon his finger. Gone was the simple ring of the Calmcacil Heir, and in its place was the house ring. Slightly large, but still masculine. Still simple. The Calmcacils were warriors, not courtly fops.
He was on his way to see Aranui. the urge to see her was what spurred him on in his return to Court. His letter of withdrawal for Queen Sidonie's hand had been sent ahead, and now he wished to show the Chaldean he was no longer restrained in his actions toward her. He wanted to surprise her by taking her in his arms and kissing her properly, even if it would see him knocked out for lack of air.
He was waylaid as the object he had intended to seek out next was leaving the Chaldean's quarters as he approached. Mikino Alcaeyn, Judgment, Lord of the South, fiance of Avalynn. His course changed and he approached the taller, larger man. "M'lord Judgment," he said, bowing slightly. "It has been some time since we last spoke. Do you have time to converse now?"