A Change of Seasons, the Coming of Samhain

[Kahlan Lothair]

Alone atop the high ramparts of the Castle Emain, Kahlan rests a foot on the edge and leans perilously over. A blast of wind picks up the fiery hair that is her trademark, somehow now more red than ever before. The "sleep" as it was called among the castle goers and maintainers, had changed the Queen but whether it was for the best or worst they had yet to see.

Autumn gave fire to the land and a sense of well being. In the city she could see the market packed with merchants and buyers alike, all seeking to give and get. Samhain would soon be upon them and the very essence of the city rumbled with the thought of a huge feast. A small smile is allowed to dapple her once pristine features, features that have in the past brought countries to their knees. Ah, what beauty there was to behold. The feast was the better part of two weeks away, but preparations were still being made.

Stepping back off of the edge she stretches with her arms out. A gust of wind picks up the hem of her green dress, playing with it in ever increasing intensity, drawing her towards the edge of oblivion. The feast would be explosively wonderful on the night the dead walked the earth. Homage would be payed to the spirits for memory and to placate them, seeking to keep their homes free of nuisance. Idly she wonders if Shaine ever saw his daughter on Samhain Eve. Another smile, more delicate this time, brushes her lips accompanied with a glow that has been gone for years it seems. Hugging her arms to herself she spins to seek refuge from the chill wind inside the castle walls. The spin is only augmented by the breeze, picking her skirts up and twirling them about her body in a seductive dance with her legs as they stride unerringly for the staircase, made apparant by the open trapdoor. Taking one deep breath she closes her eyes before opening them again and expelling the breath. So beautiful, it made her proud to be the High Queen. Memories of so many years meld into one as she turns in one full circle before looking down to where duty, honor, and work awaited her. If only she could stay up here forever! Here nature did not expect so much of her as the people that lived off of the land did.

Carefully stepping down into the castles he closes the trap door with a resounding -thud-. Reaching for her cloak she tosses it across her shoulders and rubs her arms as she hurries down the circular staircase. Glimpses of the fiery radiance outside came to her through windows of the tower, until she made it to the ground floor, then man made structures ruled the natural world and true nature was shunned. Almost as quickly as she could comprehend she is bombarded with requests and papers. So much for peace...she thinks with a grudging smile.

[Kahlan Lothair]

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Hooves beat the earth, chew it up, and spit it out as the messenger tears across the wide area in search of the Lady Amariette at his Queens behest. Dusky blonde hair is held back in a pony tail and his wiry frame is hunched over the neck of his dappled mare. He had no clue as to where his quarry might be but he wasnt about to let the Queen down. A trot just half an hour before, by the dig site where cleanup quickly ensued after the destruction, gave the messenger the knowledge he needed to know. Spurring the horse on he gallops down the hill that embraces the estate of one Maggie Carter, Daniel Carters mother. When near the estate the youngster jumps off of the horse before it has come to a complete stop. A stumble and then straightening his garments he walks towards the door<C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Of the Estate. Tapping lightly on the door, he fusses with his uniform, distinguishing him as a messenger of the Queen. He is little more than a teenager, but it is obvious he wishes to please the Queen. It is also obvious that this is his first message run. Hurriedly he makes sure his hair is in order before standing tall and rigid waiting for the door to be answered. He touches the leather pouch slung over his shoulder hugging to his chest, carrying the message for the Lady Amariette. He couldnt fathom what it was, why it was important, but then again he wasnt supposed to. For the first time his childish mind subsides and the beauty of the place smacks him in the face, his jaw falls agape as he stares at the pristine beauty of the place. Homely and inviting as well as <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Beautiful. Faintly he wonders whom the Lady Amariette is, having never seen her or heard of her. He starts to fidget more as he waits on the front step going over rote proceedure again and again, laying down what he would do when he saw that Lady. 'Just dont screw up!' he tells himself as he fidgets more at the thought of actually screwing up. <E>

Amariette: ~Amariette was in the process of rounding the path toward the front of the house when she spotted the boy, the nervous look of him making her smile brightly and leave Daniel behind to greet him. Ater all, she was friendly, not obtuse. Bouncing ringlets of red flared about her innocent face and she quickly ascended the stairs, the image of Daniel following up behind her captured in her peripheral vision. "Good afternoon sir, what brings you to Maggie Carter's home? Have you been sent from the dig site?" Her lips curled into a wider smile and her lovely green eyes centered on him intently, her cheeks colored a faint rose and her shoulders hugged by her dress.~<c>
Amariette: ~The outfit had a few smudges, but not enough to take away from the overall pleasing appearance that she offered, despite the fact the gown did not belong to her. Looking over her shoulder, her gaze met that of Daniel's and she couldn't help but smile at the puzzled look on his face. The horse that the lad had rode in on bore the crest of the Queen, and she was a bit nervous as to why the boy had come. Had something happened to the Queen since she had awakened? Amariette had not seen her since the night that she sought her aid to rescue the good doctor from the clutches of the Phoenix Guild. Sighing, she combed her fingers through her long tresses and advanced on the lad, her attitude warm and inviting, a hand reaching out to rest against his arm and ease his nervousness.~<c>
Amariette: ~"My name is Amariette Willowbane and thisis Dr. Daniel Carter. You don't have to worry, who ever you are looking for, we can help you find them alright? Now, why don't you tell me what brings you here so that we don't keep you from your duty to the Queen?"Meeting his eyes, she sought to reassure him as best she could, her fingers giving his arm a modest but tender pat. Daniel was quiet for the most part, which was surprising considering he had yet to see the Queen since her collapse after the accident.~

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair The boys eyes go wide and he fumbles with the pouch, his hand shaking slightly. "Miss Amariette Willowbane, I have a letter for you from the Queen." Phew. That came out alright. He takes his eyes off the nice woman and opens the pouch to lift the letter out, the characteristic seal of the Queen herself right on the envelope. "Th-this is for you Miss." His hand shakily pushes the letter towards her. He hadnt given her his name! Looking up at her nice face, he is suddenly void of thought. What the hell was his name? Oh by the gods, he must really look stupid! Finally finding his voice, which comes out irregularly high pitched, he says "My name is L-l-luke." He blushes three shades of crimson before he turns aside. Good god, he had made an utter fool of himself, and on his <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair First run! He hoped the nice woman wouldnt tell the Queen because he really liked his new job and the presteige that came with it. A few whisps of his blonde hair brush against crimson cheeks as he pretends to find something interesting on the other side of the porch. Clasping his hands behind his back he strolls as amiably away from the woman as his shredded dignity will allow. When he finally composes himself a few minutes later he turns to her. "I am also requested to dutifully carry you back to Emain Macha on my return, M'lady." He bows, having forgotten to do so before. So many mistakes! His blonde hair sways and he fidgets a few more times before turning again to give her more time to do whatever it is she might need to do to get ready. The letter read, <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair -Lady Amariette, I am sorry to disrupt whatever quiet repose you might have found after returning Daniel to Ulster. I had hoped, however, to have you come to Emain Macha in person to aide me with a few preparations for the feast of Samhain. I fear that I have let things go far too long. I would greatly appreciate your coming and look forward to working with you. The messenger has been requested to take you with him if you decide to comply. Yours truely, Kahlan Lothair. P.S. Excuse Luke, this is his first run and undoubtedly he has already blushed twelve shades of crimson and fumbled about.- <E>

[Kahlan Lothair]

Amariette: ~She couldn't help but laugh softly as she finished the letter, a hand beckoning Daniel up the stairs to her so that she could hand it to him and fetch the bashful youngster whom did his best to avoid looking at her. Leaving Daniel to read the summons from Her Majesty, Amariette moved toward the young man and placed a hand on his shoulder, gently turning him around to face her once again. "Luke, you have served your Lady well and I will return with you to Emain Macha, per Her Highness' request. I take it you wish to leave as soon as possible and I agree that we should get going. Please, tend to your horse and give me a moment to say my goodbyes."~<c>
Amariette: ~Watching Luke nod his head and trot quickly past her and down the stairs to his mare, she turned easily enough and returned to Daniel, an obvious frown on the man's bearded face. Her heart sank as a deep sighed escaped him and his shoulders sagged considerably, his response to her departure rather heartwrenching. Forcing herself to smile faintly, she took the letter from him and folded it again, slipping it inside her bodice and lifting her gaze to his blue depths, searching them for a few long moments. "I have to go Daniel, you know I cannot deny a royal request of my presence. I'm sorry to leave dear Maggie so short-handed, but please explain to her my situation. Promise me you'll write?" ~<c>
Amariette: ~Standing on her tiptoes, she wrapped her arms loosely about his neck and tilted her head, her lips pressing to his in a close-mouthed and affectionate kiss. It was a bittersweet goodbye, that was to be sure. Releasing his lips, she pressed her forehead to his and nuzzled his nose, trying to work a faint smile from him, which she did without much difficulty. "I love you. I don't know how long I'll be in the Queen's presence, but I will await our next meeting with eager anticipation. Give Halar my most warm and kind regards, and do take care of yourself. Don't do anything too hasty until I get back understand?" Moving back from him, she let her eyes linger on him once again and then turned swiftly, a swift ruffle of her hem and a flare of her red ringlets the only signs of her movement.~<c>
Amariette: ~Descending the stairs, she drew across the path toward Luke and he helped her up into the saddle respectfully, his cheeks still burning in color. Moving up into the saddle in front of her, she wrapped her arms about his waist securely and he swallowed hard, his eyes wavering for a moment before he gripped the reins and reared the mare into a fast run. Turning to look back, Amariette watched as Daniel stood alone on the porch of Maggie Carter's home, his face a bit sad to see, and his the luster of his eyes fading some.~

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair He gulps and urges the mare quickly, spurring her across the landscape. He had nothing to look back to, only something to look forward to. His long blonde hair dances on the strong breeze as he carries the quarry to the castle. The landscape was one of staggering beauty but he didnt appear to see any of it. The fires of autumn were rampaging like a long dormant dragon. Some of the leaves falling even as they pass by, glimmering in the misty light which refracts the sunlight and splays it over the land. Luke isnt necessarily one of the most talkative messengers and so he rides in silence, though Maggie's estate is only roughly fourty five minutes to an hour away from Castle Emain. When they are closer to the castle, he slows the pace to a trot to give the horse a rest. As <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair They pass the beginnings of a field of autumn wildflowers are spreading their eager blooms and expectant leaves skyward. Joining the main road that serves as the major artery for traffic in and out of the city walls, Luke works the dappled mare into the stream going with the flow only to fjord it after they are inside the city walls. He goads the mare into a light gallop once again and speeds towards the castle gates. When the guards at the gate see messenger colors with a passenger they throw the gates open. The mare comes to a halt just outside the great stairway leading to the dais and the huge double doors made of English Oak and carved with intricate designs and ancient heros tangled in a endless quagmire which has them rooted in place upon the door. Luke slides off the <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Horse and turns to aid the Lady Amariette down from saddle. No sooner does he manage to hold his arms out for her than do the doors of the castle groan in protest as they are opened. Massive hinges hissing in contempt as they are put to work. From within the dark maw created by the door, Kahlan emerges and takes a deep breath. Her timing is eerily efficient and unerringly convienient. Long folds of her pale green dress ripple slightly as she moves across the dais to the top stair. It is as if she is the last vestige of summer come to stand in one unaltering statue for all to see. Her hair, bordering on a copper-like red is shot through with a vibrant gold tinge, making it seem as if she is coming to life with autumn, a bodily contradiction of season. Her footsteps make little<C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Or no noise at all as she moves to greet Amariette. Feet that appear dainty sneak out from beneath the hem of her dress, the corset top lacing with deft accuracy up the back and the ever present medallion of Ulster around her neck and dangling to contrast with the green of her dress. Her skin usually sun kissed appears slightly more pale like the first snow of the season, untouched by anything not even time. Eyes as brilliant as ever shine with an inner merriment. The season was getting to her and she knew as much, wandering down the steps she comes to face Amariette. "It pleases my heart that you have come Amariette. I am sure you wish to have a rest before we discuss any preparations for Samhain." Would she call Amariette all this way simply for Samhain preparations? <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair It was entirely possible and considering that she seemed slightly altered by the slumber and awakening, it was wholly likely that she needed some sort of help. "This Samhain will be one to remember I am sure." Smiling she extends an arm, intending to guide the woman inside herself. <E>

[Amariette Willowbane]

Amariette: ~“Oh I’m sure it will be your Majesty, especially when you are overseeing all the preparations personally. I promise to work hard for you and do what I can, though Daniel was a bit sad to see me go. Your honor me.” Curtsying low to the powerful matriarch, she slipped her arm into Queen Kahlan’s and allowed herself to be lead up the stairs and into the castle, Luke and his steed left behind. Upon entering, she let her eyes roam along the glided walls and other adornments that made up the grandeur of Castle Emain, the stories of its beauty filling her mind. Amariette had read so many books about the décor of famous castles and even had the chance, every so often, to speak with travelers who were staying the night in her village after returning from an audience with the King and Queen.~<c>
Amariette: ~It warmed her heart that she was in the presence of the Queen and seen as an asset for one of the most expensive and detailed festivals, her own knowledge of feasts not limited in the least. Brigham had always enjoyed a good celebration, though in truth, he just enjoyed the never-ending barrels of ale and the long nights of gambling, where he always lost more than he won. Still, he was a good-natured man, and he would always share his spoils with his daughter, sometimes taking her on brief journeys to the exotic markets on the edge of the village, where she would buy a few new dresses or some rather pretty jewelry. Of course, she never wore these items during her regular days, but only to special gatherings where it was better to look presentable than like some village pauper. It was rumored that Amariette loved to dance, which surprisingly, was very true.~<c>
Amariette: ~She had done performances for weddings and other feasts when asked, and her reputation spread throughout Chartha until all were requesting her presence. Laughing gently, she even recalled being invited to a bachelor party, which of course, she declined in the most respectable manner. Now though as she continued down the halls, her lovely green centered on the Queen once again and she tilted her head, taking the time to bow her head in greeting to the other Lords and Ladies that passed them by. “Your Highness, what exactly will I be doing during my stay here? I don’t think I am quite sure what is expected of me?”~

[Kahlan Lothair]

The castle is alive with the very vestiges of fall as it fights off summer and heralds the coming of winter. Long loose curls dance with a shimmering beauty that had at one time almost seemed tarnished. Nodding her head to a few Lords and Ladies present during the hustle and bustle of what was characteristically called "Autumn Cleaning", she smiles and pats Amariette's hand.

"I would like you to help me put together this festival. Samhain is a very important festival to my people, and with my recent episode of awakening, I have been swamped with work that I wouldnt normally have." Her eyes, so very much like those of a raptors, are softened enough when she looks to Amariette, that their usual sharpness is no longer there to prick the finger. Her smile is warm, indeed so is she, connected to the Elemental sword of Fire, Taeriss, Kahlan is rarely ever cold and when she is it isnt a good sign. Comfortingly patting the girls hand again she smiles. "Daniel can give you up for a greater cause I am sure."

Down the hall she can hear the wail of her four year old daughter, Willow. Willow knew her mother, was intricately woven like the branches of her namesake tree into Kahlans heart and soul. Flying down the hall with Amelia on her heels and a few other attendants, Willow plows right into Kahlan, snagging the end of her dress and turning to look at Amelia and proceeding to stick her tongue out at the older woman.

"M'lady. Im sorry, she worked her way free again. She misses you dreadfully when you arent in her line of sight." A grin comes to Kahlans lips and she touches her fingertips to the brown curls of her daughters hair, tousling them slightly. Excusing herself for just a moment with a glance to Amariette, she disengages her other arm from Amariette and leans down to look at Willow. "Aria, are you giving your nanny a hard time?" A once defiant look for her nanny turns to mush as the little girl gazes at her mother. "Mommy, I want to stay with you!" Her plaintive voice tugs at Kahlan's heart strings and she smiles lightly and plants a kiss on the little girls forehead.

Rising to stand again she looks to Amariette. "Is it alright with you if Willow joins us?" Willow glances up to Amariette pleadingly, her delicate little lips pursed together in a pout that could bring about anything she wants, and one she uses with expert ease. "Please?" she asks, green eyes glistening ever so slightly as if to say 'Im just a little girl, and I want my mommy, how can you say no to me?' Manipulative is a four year old childs middle name after all.

[Amariette Willowbane]

Amariette: ~“Oh no Your Majesty, I would love it if the Princess came along. That smile is enough to outshine the brightest star. What an angel she is! And such a big girl!” Smiling warmly to the royal girl-child, she reached up to gently tweak Willow’s nose and was delighted to see an instant smile spread across the child’s lips, a giggle flowing soon after. It was refreshing to see the Princess so full of life and happiness, the intelligent sparkle in her soft angelic eyes taking Amariette back to Chartha again, back to the memories she held so dear. The leaves would be turning there now, the autumn foliage giving Chartha a bold contrast against the mountainside and leaving its inhabitants in constant awe and reverence. It was a rather nostalgic feeling that filled her heart with a bit of homesickness, a suddenly sad look flowing across her gentle face, a sigh barely escaping her lips.~<c>
Amariette: ~Brigham. The name was there just waiting to rise into the forefront of her thoughts. Her father would be closing down the kilns and ovens for the holiday now, spending time on his other many hobbies, which even included shearing sheep with many of the farmers whom welcomed his presence heartily. There they would share stories of the year, memories from their pasts, and humorous tales of their children’s’ follies and youthful escapades, her father always having the most amusing and entertaining tales of them all. Harvest would be plentiful, same as it was every year, and the scents of fresh apple pies and meat stews would fill the air and brighten even the sourest demeanors. Pumpkins would be decorating the cottage porches, corn stalks lining the paths and hanging from the eaves of the houses, only there to give companionship to the various ‘boo-men’ that smiled lazily from their seats in the creaking rockers.~<c>
Amariette: ~Everywhere children would be running rampant, their cheeks red and their lungs burning for breath as they chased one another throughout the village, giggling and screaming in glee and delight, caramel from their apple treats covering their cherubic faces. This was her home. This was Chartha, a simple but magical place, even in the hearts of the older men. However, her attention was soon returned to the Queen and her daughter, a fresh smile brightening her features considerably and her emerald orbs twinkling merrily at the inquisitive glance in the Princess’s eyes. “Such a pretty little girl could hardly cause so much fuss here within the castle. I’m sure that she’s as innocent as she is adorable.” Letting her fingers flitter along the girl’s stomach, she could only smile wider as the ticklish child gave soft peals of laughter. Amariette always did love children, and even as a child, she would play mother to many of the village boys who always seemed to get into some sort of mischief and come running to her for aid with all manner of scratches and wounds.~<c>
Amareitte: ~Never one for tree climbing, she would watch over them nonetheless, always prepared to dry tears and comfort as though she were their very mothers, a rather strange sight for a girl of eight. The voice of Kahlan drew her back again and she reluctantly returned to the task at hand, scolding herself for daydreaming too much in the Queen’s presence. Halls had long since emptied and surprisingly the silence was almost thick about the small group, the nanny and other attendants having long given up on controlling the girl and quite thankful to leave her in her mother’s care, at least, for the time being.~

[Kahlan Lothair]

The laughter of her daughter brings a smile to both her lips and her eyes as Kahlan watches Amariette with Willow. A wave of her hand scatters the attendants and servants that were there before, Amelia gone to find some reprieve from the days events. Touching the tip of a slender finger to her daughters nose, Kahlan smiles once more. "My daughter? Unruly? Never." Laughing she sweeps the four year old up into her arms and parting from Amariette for just a moment, so as not to bump into her, she twirls with the girl in her arms. Her green dress melding with her daughters own white shift. The shift making it easier for the girl to play rather than have to fumble around in stiff garments. Squeals of delight ensue from Kahlan's wee little captive, filling the once dormant halls full of vivacious laughter. Settling Willow on her feet, Kahlan makes sure to steady her so she doesnt topple over after the excitement. Smiling warmly she affectionately brushes hair from the brilliant green eyes before laying a kiss on her forhead and urging her on ahead of both herself and Amariette, so that she may keep an eye on her.

"She is, quite possibly, my greatest treasure." Her eyes, soft but a fierce shade of blue, land on Amariette. "I am normal, despite living in this hollowed shell of a monument." Chuckling with an amiable drawl she eyes the woman next to her. Envious of her lifestyle, when most would be envious of Kahlans own life.

"I was thinking that this Samhain will be rather special. We must have the traditional Bonfire in the courtyard in front of the castle and several runners to transfer that fire to all of the dormant hearths. Thus no one is left out and all are unified, at least for one night." Idly she thinks of how life will return to its original course, everyone taking care of themselves and in some cases taking care of others. Long whisps of loosely curled hair dance across Kahlan's face which appears pale but alive. "There is still much to do. The third havest must be brought in, and the cattle that will be needed for food must be slaughtered. In fact the castles own fields must be tended to and split as seen fit. The feast will be for Emain Macha and any visitors that may come, so we will be feeding many many people. I do not have a definate number yet, but when the tally comes in, I will inform you. You will not be working alone on this, I will be with you the entire time along with the those that will prepare the feast. I believe we have a new Master Bard now also, so you might speak to him about the musical aspect of this festival also. Games and prizes will be given, and the list goes on." Looking to Amariette and then to Willow Kahlan chuckles gently. "Do not fret, details will come as the days go by. I even intend to help out in the fields during harvest. A measure of assurance comes from such a tradition."

By now they have moved through the back doors into the large back courtyard, the crashing of waves hundreds of feet below them can be heard, only muted. The castle and thus the castle and city wall's back up to a cliff, a strategic defense in and of itself, no rear attack and thus a siege is difficult especially with the underground network of halls and stairways that comprise the lower half of Castle Emain. Willow dashes around trying to chase some imaginary creature while Kahlan watches, amused at the giddy little ball of energy that is her daughter. Motioning to a seat nearby Kahlan settles and motions to a nearby servant. "Bring Lady Amariette some food and drink, some Autumn Cordial for Willow, and I will have water and spiced mead." The servant bows and nods, quickly seeing to the order. A glance over to Amariette, staying any objection she might make in the process by raising a hand slightly, fingers parted to reveal the delicacy with which they are formed. How could hands so delicate with fingers so long and thin be the bearer of any sort of malice as many bardic tales have told and retold? Ah the Wolf and the Dove, such a complex nature!

"Please, Amariette, you are a guest in my home. Grant me some sort of normalcy by providing for you as a Lady of the household might. Even if I do not cook the meal myself." Grinning like a mischevious child she watches her daughter with an abject glee apparant on her features. When Kahlan is happy, the whole world surges into a state of euphoria, or at least Ulster does.

[Theoren Roullier]

Two words that had, in context of each other, eluded Theoren for the better part of his life; Front door. It was the thought crossing his mind that caused his lips to spread in a small smile as he found himself once more scaling the walls of Castle Emain's courtyard en route to his friend and kindred, Kahlan Lothair. In through a guest window, slipping along the hallways like a shadow, in plain sight of people and yet... unseen. Kahlan understood, it was his gift, she knew, and his curse. She had been the only one to ever see it. She was the only one who knew how he so easily glided along crowded corridors and yet unnoticed by everyone.

He found her easily enough. Many servants were buzzing about the place on this and that, attending and basking in the glory of their queen. Theoren admired her. She was loved by her people, a true leader, built for the part she played. Some thought the same of him, but he knew better. Aerillia knew better as well. She knew him for what he was, and leader was not among the words used to describe his true nature. But sometimes life comes upon you in ways you would not prefer, does it not? He hung back by a pillar, though he was mostly concealed by his ability to hide his own matter on a different plane of existance, Kahlan might know. She might. But those of the Shadow Realm were so easy to pass over.

He followed the women outside and rested against a tree, finally at home enough with them to reveal himself. He had a habit of popping out of no where and for all they knew he could have been standing there, quiet as death, all along. Head to to in black today, a cloak shielding the handsome face so horribly scarred by the blue and gold tattoo that marked him as the last of a dead line. His second curse.

"Heh. A party, eh? I take it I'm not invited." He said with an edge to his voice, stepping forwards from the shade of the tree and removing his hood as dramatically as he could. Soft, twinkling caramel eyes fell on Amariette for a moment, the same modicom of instability flailing wildly within them, his attentions seemingly riveted on her, making one wonder, was he already here for round two? But a moment later he was already looking away towards little Willow who ran forwards to be scooped up into a tremendous hug.

"Uncle Tay -o!!" She cried as he dropped to his knees and enveloped her tightly with a laugh. "Ah, my favorite niece!" She laughed and traced the tattoo on his face with her little finger. "I'm you're only niece." He smiled and tossled her hair, "I t'ink it sounds better how I say it, hien?" Eyes traveled up to Kahlan, a small smirk crossing his lips again. "An' as always," He reached out, taking her hands in his, a small kiss to the palm, "You look wonderful." No surprise there.

He studied Kahlan a moment. His dress screamed he was here on business, but it was obvious for Kahlan to see he had simply come to talk to his best friend, see his niece, and find his lover. Ulster was his vacation from work, and here he could let down his guard just enough to pretend to have some kind of a normal life. He gave Kahlan's hand a small squeeze before Willow tugged on his sleeve and he looked down to the four year old debutante in the making with a grin. "Uncle tayo... did you bring me a present like last time?" He looked up to Kahlan with a sheepish but 'look at me I'm so damn charming you can't be mad at me' expression. "Aria... remember, mommy wasn't supposed to know about me bringin' you presents all the time." Willow tugged his sleeve again. "Ya, I know, but do you have one?"

A sigh. Ah, kids. He pretened to think for a moment much to Willow's chagrin and as she squirmed and bothered him he reached into his satchel and pulled out a small hunk of chocolate wrapped in wax paper at which she hugged him in delight. "Yeah yeah, get me in trouble wit' mom... real cute Aria." He rolled his eyes as she thanked him and showed her mother what her adoring uncle had begifted her with, a gleeful smile on her small face. Ah, he was such a sucker for that.

[Kahlan Lothair]

Had she known the rogue was there all along? If she had, what a great actress she would be! Eyes as fierce as ever, hearkening back to years before time thought of Theoren Roullier, glance over the form of her friend and kindred spirit. A laugh bubbles freely from her throat as she watches Willow sell her Uncle out. "Presents hmm?" Laughing merrily she nods in admiration of what Theo had given Willow and pulls her into a hug before letting her run off with her prize. "Spoiling my daughter again Theo?"

A brow perked ever so slightly at his presence. "And how is Aerillia? Well I hope." Another smile, simply radiant. The servant returns with a protege in his stead, carrying a platter of food rather unsteadily, though he manages to get it to the table before it spills all over. "Bring something for Theoren, his usual." A daring reminder, if not a daunting one, that Theoren Roullier was a welcome and esteemed guest within Castle Emain.

What did Kahlan know? Could anyone be sure, entirely? Rising slowly she moves her skirts to allow her freedom of movement. Skin simply awash with a sweet glow that seemed to be a residual effect of her awakening even now. "It is good to see you. Any news?" Kahlan, it was said, could command armies and emotions. Spears, shields, swords, and other manner of military effects were at her disposal and yet, the dove ever present inside Kahlan, wished only for peace. Woe be it to the creature or cretin that releases the Wolf, or so the bards have written it. The slightest hint of a wry smile passes over her features before she greets Theo with a direct gaze, crippling at best, but he knew the reason. He knew her secret just as she knew his.

Tensions would be high, something intricately aware of the world around her knew the scales were being tested. A glance over her shoulder to Amariette serves to tell Kahlan what the woman was up to, what her moves would be, thus keeping her body interjected between Theo and Amariette proved to be a decent thing to do.

Suddenly Kahlan leans in towards Theo and opens her arms to embrace him. When near his ear, she breathes the words "Dr. Carter, shall know my secret soon. I will tell him, unless you think it unwise." The show was a grand one, it merely looked as if Kahlan had actually embraced the rogue, in which case she'd done it before and it wasnt an entirely unhealthy thing to do. That is if the rogue has no malice to direct, in which case she viewed Theo as a friend and a business man. Pulling back she lays her hands on his shoulders and gives him a direct look which says 'We'll talk about it later', however her voice says. "We'll have to talk about you spoiling my little girl, explains why she expects things after every journey I take." Winking some she motions to a seat next to her rather than across the table from Amariette. Just what did she know, or could she glean, from this situation? "Have a seat. You'll have a drink soon."

Another chuckle paired with a grin that is ever mischevious these days. "The party, Theo? I never knew you were one to celebrate Samhain. In any event, you know you are always invited to any festival within Ulster." Eyes glittering like two pools of water beneath an ever watchful sun, gaze once to Theoren and then to Amariette before settling on the form of her daughter contentedly consuming her gift. A slender fingertip finds its way to rub across Kahlan's bottom lip. Business would be done soon, she had something to tell Theo about after her meeting with Amariette. She watches as the wind pirouettes around her daughter, holding her gently and cradling her as it courses through the area. Her treasure, the Treasure of Ulster. Finally, upon finding her voice, she calls out to that Treasure. "Aria, you'll catch a cold, run inside and get your cloak dear." Like a busy mother hen, Kahlan watches as her daughter wraps the rest of her present up and tucks it away in a shift pocket. Obeying her mother, for it was she and the sporadic visits of her uncle that Willow enjoyed most, she quickly disappears inside to get her cloak. Convieniently out of the way for whatever mud slinging may occur in her absence.

[Theoren Roullier]

Amariette: ~Amariette was aghast as the man seemingly visualized before her, all grins and charm and non-chalant authority. The arrival of the debonaire rogue had caught her off guard to the most extreme degree and her eyes filled with a look of sudden rage and contempt. Pressing her lips together into a tight line, she watched the Queen make light conversation with Theoren, even embrace him as though he were some type of ally. Didn't she know what had transpired between them?! Didn't she care?! Words failed the village girl, and she averted her eyes and made the conscious choice to stay her tongue. She was still in the presence of the Queen and propriety and tradition demanded her respect and humilty even with such an obvious enemy in such close proximity to her. ~<c>
Amariette: ~The girl-child Willow's greeting did not soften her heart and she straightened her back stiffly and felt her stomach knot. Was everyone in this damnable castle mad?! It was at this moment, that Amariette felt the control on her situation slipping from her grasp, all sense of world knowledge fleeting and matterless. Clenching the material of her dress in her hands, her knuckles were white with the strain and a fierce color filled her cheeks at the thoughts that now ran rampant through her mind. She could almost feel her nails digging into the skin of his face, her fingers clawing at his eyes and mutilating him so that all recognition was impossible and her revenge sure.~<c>
Amariette: ~This of course was all but thought, and she maintain beautiful control of her emtions, save the color of her face and the tightness of her muscles. She would not forsake her image in the presence of Her Majesty even though she desperately wished to end Theoren's wretched life upon this earth and relish in the knowledge that she would never have to look upon his wicked face again. As the Princess made her exit, Amariette could only watch her go with a bit of sadness in her heart, remembering the easy and simple thinking a child possessed but soon lost when adulthood was reached and the world, in its entirety, was no longer your friend. "Your Majesty, I really think it would be best if I were excused now."~<c>
Amariette: ~"Perhaps we can speak more of the plans at a later time, I would not want to intrude upon any formal meeting between Mr. Roullier and yourself. It is not my place to be involved in such matters, the Queen's matters to be more specific. May I be excused?" It was all she could say, all that her lips would allow her to say. She had to willingly bite back her quick and spiteful tongue, praying that her attitude was still percieved as humble and respectful to the royalty present.~

Theo: *His unnerving gaze fell on Amariette for a moment, the carefree expression momentarily dropping into a stoic line on analysis. He gave her points for spirit, and he could hardly blame her for her venom towards him. She had seen what he was capable of, how easily and unnaturally he could shut down his emotions and give him such an edge, it was no wonder she thought him barbaric. "No need, M'lady." He said, his speech far more formal than it had to be, almost as if it were mocking, though his face said otherwise. He respected her as much as he dared to. She was, if nothing else, a person worthy of advesary. "Not'in' formal b'tween myself an' Kahlan... jus' ... fam'ly talkin' wit' fam'ly. I'd rather have you stay." He said with a small smile<c>*
Theo: *<c>as he folded his arms over his chest, a mischevious twinkle sparkling from his eyes, leaping into existence as his initial anger faded. A server came out with an amber colored drink on a tray. "Mr. Roullier, your usual?" He said, offering over the alcohol to the rogue with a certain nervous manner to him. Theo took the drink and toasted to the server before taking the first sip. "Perfect, like always." He said with a casual wink. Looking back around to Amariette he took a few steps forwards and extended a hand, eyes fixed on hers in a way that seemed to say he thought this was all some kind of a game. So he was making a play? A handshake; queen's knight to king's knight pawn. "I don' t'ink we've been properly introduced. Theoren Roullier,"<c>*
Theo: *<c> He said with his copyrighted smile that always seemed to be getting him in and out of trouble, "At your service." <fin>*

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Pushing her fingers through hair that had begun to tangle ever so slightly in the wind, Kahlan eyes the two with care. As fierce as her eyes could be, they could also be calculating and indeed she was in one of those rare moods where it was damn hard to place her. Just what could the High Queen be thinking? So they knew one another...hmm. Mentally making note of it she excuses the servant that was continuing to quake in his boots, glad to make a dignified retreat. Dark lashes frame the greyest of blue orbs known to man, mirroring the sky over the sea on their right. "I see you have met Theo, Amariette. He is a valuable ally to Ulster." Crossing her arms she looks from the two out into the courtyard and thus the gardens. "He is one of our benefactors and Willow's savior.<C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair I could go on, but I would serve only to make him blush." A faint smirk dapples her features for a brief moment before she steps outside the sheltered area to allow the wind buffet her. Frowning slightly, her tongue darts out to moisten her lips before retreating and she looks back to Theo. "You brought Aerillia with you to Ulster?" Quirking a brow she tilts her head slightly. There was much that no one could fathom about this woman, save perhaps Theo. Snatching a black ribbon off of her corset she deftly ties her golden curls, far more red than usual, back to keep them out of her eyes. Crossing to the table she hooks a finger around the handle of her mug of warm spiced mead and takes a sip before chasing it with a little water to staunch the fire. Resting her hands on her hips<C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Kahlan eyes Theo and then turns her attentions to Amariette. Before she can say what is on her mind, Willow bursts through the door and nearly takes her mother out at the knees as is her trademark. Stooping to pick her up, Kahlan rests the girl on her hip before looking back at them. The girl with brown hair and her mothers so shot through with red streaks that it was almost indiscernable from the gold. "Aria, run and give your uncle Theo and Aunt Amariette a hug before you go play, alright?" Hugging the girl tight and relishing in her existence once again before letting her down to do her task, intending to sweep the edge that has slipped up like the double edged blade of a sword. <E>

[Theoren Roullier]

Amariette: ~"Well I'm glad that he's been such a indispensible help to you Your Highness, but you'll excuse me if I view him as a bit less heroic than you have made him out to be." Amariette turned her lusterless gaze on Theoren again, her eyes centering coldly on his outstretched hand with obvious disdain and repulsion. "As far as proper introductions Mr. Roullier, I've had about all the consideration I can handle from the likes of you. My name is Amariette Willowbane, and though I be a common village girl, I would not accept or request your services even if my very life depended on it. Somehow I find you to be merely playing a part as a means to an end, an end suitable only for the likes of you." ~<c>
Amariette: ~Rising, she moved past him on light feet, sweeping up a cup of iced tea with the flavor of raspberry and taking it back to her place, her lips sipping on the contents and her eyes shifting back to the Queen, their pools obviously apologetic but little else. Just as she was setting her cup aside, she watched Willow emerge again and a faint, almost undiscernible smile floated across her lips. The child had the ability to warm even the coldest of hearts and Amariette was more than a sucker for a cherubic face. As the reference of being an Aunt was spoken by the Queen, she was instantly humbled and lowered her head rather sheepishly, feeling rather like a scolded puppy for her earlier attitude toward Theoren.~<c>
Amariette: ~She wasn't sorry for her words, but she felt that it was probably best that she be a bit more hospitable toward the man, for the sake of the Queen only. Watching with sparkling eyes as the girl came toward her, she couldn't help but embrace her in her arms, a delighted peal of laughter parting her lips as she cradled the girl tenderly. "Thank you so much Willow! I hope that we'll be able to play a little later, I would like that very much!" Releasing the girl, she let her run along per her mother's request and returned her attentions to her tea, her appetite lacking, which, of course, came as no surprise whatsoever. Her spirits were brightened a bit, but only just so. Her mind began to drift now, back to Invernis, and to Daniel.~<c>
Amariette: ~What would he think of her now if he could see this situation she had been swept up into? Would he agree with her actions? Or would he frown on her poor display of modest behavior? It was beyond her comprehension at this point, but she was practically stuck between a rock and a hard place. Queen Kahlan had not permitted her to leave, and she would obey the Queen's wishes absolutely, no matter what they might be.~

Theo: *A hint of a smirk began its making with Kahlan's ringing endorsement of him. It was all true, he had come to Ulster's aid several times, he had saved the life of the princess and of a priestess of Avalon, he had offered Kahlan asylum on several occassions, but that did not absolve him of the fact that he was also a murdering bastard, a thief, and the head of the largest organized crime ring on the planet. The point was, he was not all bad. He was good, when it mattered. But his eyes never left Amariette's face. If only she knew why he did what he did. If only she could be let in on that little secret, she would understand how small a part Daniel had to play in it all. She would understand why Theoren had no choice, why his hand was being forced.<c>*
Theo: *<c>"You're too kind, as always Kahlan." He finally let his eyes drift from Amariette to the Queen, the smile growing wider as a light wind whipped around him, seeming to focus on him, play with his hair, swirl the colorful fall leaves around his boots. He looked to the sky and smiled with a small laugh. He could smell his Desert Rose, even from here. "I didn' bring her along perse... she kinda does what she wants with some input from me from time t'time. But she did come wit' me." She was teasing him now, her little wind tricks letting him know she was thinking of him, hopefully tending to her own needs now that she was working, playing, and eating for two. And he had taken very good care of her since he had found out, doting on her more<c>*
Theo: *<c>than usual, including her on his trips, generally giving her whatever she wanted. It was the soft side of him that only previously had one woman ever known. And a passion to match. Something apparently he and Amariette shared. As she chewed him out a wide smile of genuine respect spread across his face at this woman who dared to proverbially spit in his face. Before Kahlan could even open her mouth, suspecting that his kindred 'sister' might step up in his defense he laid a hand on Kahlan's shoulder and nodded to Amariette. "Still mad at me den. I can't blame you. But at least I did give him back, eh?" He looked over at Kahlan. "We had a little run in. I took it upon myself t'extend a ... mandatory summonce on Dr. Carter, and wasn't de<c>*
Theo: *<c>best host in de world." He looked back to Amariette, the smile fading to a strange look... Theoren Roullier was a charasmatic man who often times was able to bend people to his will based solely on his facial expressions and his words, but the look on him now was something very rare indeed, it was a look of genuine apology. "An' I never would have done it if I had any other choice." He said more quietly. Thank god for Willow breaking the solemn moment by bursting on the scene, spreading her hugs, and then attempting to go run off and play but not in time, for his arms reached down and scooped her up around the waist and he swung her around, then let her come to rest on his hip. "Hey Aria, I missed you. Can I come play wit' you?"<c>*
Theo: *<c> He laid a hand on Kahlan's shoulder and looked at her, leaning in to her ear. "Carter knows where the rest of the stones are. Jus' talk to her... she'll tell you what happened, we talk later." He said before carrying Willow off under a nearby oak to play with her and allow Amariette some personal space.<fin>*

Willow OFreiden: ~She always loved the company of her supposed aunt and uncle. In truth, like a child, she thought they really were blood-relatives. She gripped the chocolate like some sacrilegious artifact that would ward off any demon. She hugged and held onto her uncle Theo who managed to spoil her relentlessly with his more or less 'honest' gifts. She was always the one full of life and energy. Willow was always the one child that managed to bring heart into those that possessed cruelty. She enjoyed the oddly smooth creamy texture of the foreign food that she rarely ate. It was a true treat indeed. She became in a better mood when Theo took her off by himself.
Willow OFreiden: She felt spoiled to have his attention upon her instead of the crowd. "Uncle Teo, can I ave mo' chokolaht?" With her mouth smudged full of chocolate, she berated her poor uncle with questions only someone with her spirit could manage. "Wot we gonna play?" "Are you going to teach me a trick?" "You upset with Aunty?" "Why don't you like Aunty?" "Did she huht your feelings?" A child can be extremely perceptive. Others fail to notice that a child never ignores those around her. She had picked up on the so-called 'tense' conversation he had shared with her favorite aunt only previously. She was worried that something had actually occurred between the two. Willow thoughtfully munched on the delicious treat awaiting an answer.
Willow OFreiden: For a mere four year old she was extremely thoughtful and coherent to the world around her. ~

[Theoren Roullier]

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Gingerly she turns her head to watch them go play and she levels her gaze on Amariette. The gentle swish of her skirts makes the sound of dry leaves rustling as she crosses the small distance between her and the village woman. With an agile grace that denies she was laid low hardly two weeks prior, she settles in next to Amariette. "Speak to me child. Your hatred towards Theoren is not unfounded, but I ask that you give him the credit he is due. I presume that Dr. Carter knew of a certain stone? Or rather a way to find it?" slipping her fingers around the neck of her mead mug she fancies it looks like the gaping maw of a beast frozen in some grotesque show of eloquence. Blinking back the oddity of her thought, she brings the rim of the still warm mug to her lips. Steam rises<C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair With the delicious and delightful smells of the spiced mead to assail her senses and begs her to remember what seems like a millenia ago. Exhaling a long and soft sigh she finally takes a sip of the liquid before setting it down. Relishing in its warmth, she rolls it over her tongue letting it linger in her mouth a moment later before swallowing it, almost feeling it permeate her soul. Turning her gaze on Amariette she rests back against her chair, her eyes fixated on the form of her daughter playing with Theo. He would make a good father. "Tell me what happened." It was a direct order, something she had not laid on Amariette's shoulders as of yet. Snatching her glass of water off the table she takes a sip and lets the cool refreshment slide down the back of her throat <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair In much the same fashion as the mead had mingled with her memories. Allowing her body to relax visibly, she settles into her chair a little easier, her eyes ever on her daughter. Before Amariette can say anything, Kahlan speaks up. "I envy you Amariette. You have something that I once had, a great love." Chuckling in almost a sad manner, she looks to Amariette. "Im blessed with good company though." Reaching out she pats the woman's hand, in a way urging her to tell her story and bracing her as a friend might for such a telling. <E>

Amariette: ~"Well Theoren kidnapped Daniel to decipher a tablet that refered to a ruby called the Demon's Heart. Theoren seems to be intent on finding it and claiming it for his own, though I don't know why. He kept Daniel locked in a cellar and beat him to a pulp, not to mention the woman that was with him, this Lillith. She was as the Queen of Hades must be, power mad and deadly. I was threatened at the hand of her gun and Daniel was force to obey Theoren's wishes, much to my dismay. Aerillia was of course, not even there to witness most of this and I really felt she should have been. Please Your Majesty, I'm not trying to be rude or speak out of line. I just want you to understand that things are unraveling about you and it is very important that you remain aware."~<c>
Amariette: ~"Theoren may be an ally, but please Your Highness, he's a desperate man, and desperate men do desperate things."~

Theo: *Theo smiled and kissed Willow's cheek, getting some of the chocolate off. "Ok, you can have more, but you better not tell Mom dis time an' get me in trouble again!" He exclaimed, but none the less dug out another piece of chocolate in wax paper from his side satchel. He smoothed her hair back from her face, playing the ever loving father type figure and enjoying it. Since Shane would not be around to raise his daughter Theoren had figured that early on she would need some kind of male influence in her life that was somewhat stable. Theoren did not view himself as a good or stable influence, but he could give it a very good try, at the least. "We can play whatever ya want, Aria. Whatever ya want.." Her questions about Amariette<c>*
Theo: *<c> were not taken too poorly. "Aria... I don' dislike Miss Amariette... Not at all, but she does dislike me." He settled against the tree and crossed one boot over the other and held her to him, letting her lean against his side. "See, Uncle Theo was pretty mean to her, but not because I wanted to be. Your Aunt Amariette loves a man very much, you know, de man wit' de dragon? Remember Halar? Well Dr. Carter had somet'in' I really really need and he didn't want to give it to me, so I took it from him. And some people got hurt, and dat's whyn Amariette is mad at me, because I hurt Dr. Carter." He said, frowning a bit. Really neither of them were of much consequence to him. So many dreadry, repetitive years on this godforsaken space rock was <c>*
Theo: *<c> just too much for him lately. His mind was on his own goal and there was very little compassion left to spare for those not in that picture. Aerillia was one of those few, but hell, even his own wife, estranged as she was after all this time, was not. What did anyone really expect, after all? He was a Phoenix...<fin>*

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Running a finger around the rim of her water glass she listens to Amariette. Kahlan had a way about her, making it seem that if you had her attention, you were the only person that mattered to her at that time, the only person alive. Was it any wonder that she was a worshipped creature? A delicate whisp of her hair brushes against her cheek, listening with as much gravity reflected on her face as the situation needs bear witness to. At the very end she nods, chews on the words, lifts the water glass to her lips and takes another sip of the cool sparkling clear liquid. "I see. I understand why you are vexed by Theoren. Do you know why Aerillia was not present?" It was common knowledge to several around the castle, especially the women. "Amariette, Aerillia is pregnant.<C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair She gets ill very easily. As is the way when one is with child sometimes, or at least it was like that when I very first learned I was pregnant with Willow." Realization would more than likely creep into the womans eyes, and she knew that all the signs were there now. "She has to stay out of particularly sticky and stressful situations. Though if you voiced your opinions to the Desert woman, I highly doubt that it did anything to ease the situation. Theo is very protective of his brood, he probably told her to leave didnt he?" She finishes the water and sets the glass down on the table, letting the sound of it touching the table ring in the silence between them before carrying on. "You would be very surprised what someone will do when cornered Amariette. I dare say you are <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Lucky to have the Doctor. I will not try to make you like Theo, but I ask you tolerate his presence. He is an intrical part of Willow's life." As she says it she looks over at Theo and her daughter, awash in memory of a time when everything seemed so perfect, a time when she believed nothing could go wrong. That quiet easy feeling had died with Shaine, now the only other thing that could bring her peace was Willow. How she looked like Shaine! It eased Kahlan's heart rather than hurt it, she relished the fact that her daughter had so much of her father in her. Idly her mind turns back to a time before Shaine, before Theo, before alot of things. A time when war was rampant through the land and Kahlan was called upon to serve her people. Thus she rode into battle after battle.<C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair She was always promised, or had always promised, that this battle was the last battle before peace. It had taken years to accomplish such a feat. Fifty four years later here they sit, and Kahlan idly ponders how long peace can last. Just how long could she keep her people sheltered? <E>