Kept forgetting to post this earlier, but pretty much everything that happened here would be common knowledge around town by now!
From the perspective of Halfah Mistbane, Master of Lamps of the Mistwatch:
This brisk-looking woman is no longer young but holds her rangy frame with a confidence backed by her sixty-some years. Of moderate height, she might have been willowy in her youth but now possesses a raw-boned leanness, wiry muscles stretched over limbs thin enough to make her elbows and knees lookprominent by comparison. Steel grey hair frames an angular face, creased and weathered but radiating the energy and resolve of a much younger woman. Set narrowly above a delicately aquiline nose, her sharp shell-pink eyes seem to miss nothing while holding an expression of distance, as if seeing the world through some fathomless depth of hard-earned knowledge and experience.
She is wearing: a dark charcoal felt cocked hat, the chainmail uniform of a Mistwatch guard, a mist grey couranty lummie banded in creamy yellow and teal draped loosely around the shoulders, steel-plated dark leather boots with vambraces, a bicolored creamy-yellow and teal silk shoulder sash, and a dark leather baldric with mist-grey trim with a dark-hilted steel longsword inside.
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16 Sollemnis 797, Salsday
16 Kholabi, Salesh's Day
(16 October, Wednesday)
[St Loomis, Fountain Square]
Here at Fountain Square, bustling Market Street intersects with Post Street to the west, the two avenues' near identical width and substantial stone paving marking them out as equally important in the life and layout of the town. Conversely, the abruptly declining quality of the road that forges eastward suggests a certain marginality to the neighborhood in that direction, where clusters of dreary buildings slant together hopelessly. Presiding over both rich and poor from the center of St Loomis, the town hall sits in stone-clad dignity on the east side of the square.
( A large gathering of people has assembled in the square and flows over down the intersecting streets, making it quite difficult to pick out any particular person in the crowd.)
A lit Mistwatch lantern stands sentinel on a tall pole.
A scrawny brown milk cow chews cud ponderously nearby. A hunched, elder woman lingers near a lean, ink-eyed man, holding a brass-capped reed cane in her right hand. A lean, ink-eyed man is standing out of the way while staring towards the sky, holding a leather-bound tome and an inkwell in his right hand and wielding a silver-nibbed aquamarine glass pen in his left. An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes is here. A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man is here, holding an ashwood branch in his right hand. A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair is here.
The stars glimmer softly in the clear dark night.
Cardinal Exits: north, south, east, and west
Other: the town hall: bronze entry door (closed)
Pigeons flock around the base of a circular fountain at the middle of the intersection, where a large stone model of the St Loomis lighthouse presides over the area.
The crowd up the north branch of Main Street begins to shift and part, heralding the advance of Halfah atop an alert-looking strawberry roan palfrey. Though her head is held high, she tips a small nod of greeting and acknowledgement to the people gathered in the street as she rides into the square.
(Quietly): A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair eventually makes his way somewhere in-between a hunched, elder woman and a lean, ink-eyed man. He dips his head and says quietly, "Hello, hello," [in Ilexi] before noting a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man and an austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes as well. He says quietly, "Did I miss anything?" [in Ilexi] Though as he notices you on horse-back, he adds on, "Perhaps not..." [in Ilexi with a calm and quiet bass-baritone]
Mild breezes blow through the clear night, their warm touch soft as a caress.
(Quietly): A hunched, elder woman doesn't have any warm greetings for a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man or a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair, but she does dip her head to each in acknowledgment of their arrival to the foreign clique. The sound of horse hooves draws her attention to you, who she gives her undivided attention.
A hunched, elder woman seems to be keeping an eye on you.
Halfah nudges her horse gently along towards a central spot beside the fountain, where she reins it to a stop. She studies the gathering for a bit, allowing the people up the street to move back into place and a few stragglers to push through for a better view.
An alert-looking strawberry roan palfrey shies to one side with a sudden whicker.
(Quietly): An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes offers a faint smile to a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair and a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man as they near, but says very quietly to those around her as her eyes find you riding in on the crowd, "I may require a translation after the fact, should she choose to speak the local tongue." [in Ruvic with a low and measured contralto]
A scrawny brown milk cow chews cud slowly.
(Quietly): A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man offers a round of smiles to a hunched, elder woman, an austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes, a lean, ink-eyed man and a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair once he's firmly entrenched in the little pocket of foreigners. "I think tht they're just about to start," [in Ruvic] he murmurs back to a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair before nodding his head to an austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes. "I shall do my best should that happen." [in Ruvic with a light, airy tenor]
(Quietly): A lean, ink-eyed man turns their attention towards the fountain, and gives a nod to an austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes.
(Quietly): A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair gives an understanding nod to an austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes. "I can help with that, yes." [in Ruvic] He says quietly, then turning his head to regard you.
A lit Mistwatch lantern wavers softly in its punctured iron box, sending ethereal patterns gliding about the area.
A darkhaired, aquiline woman stops when your horse stops, and plants the bottom of a tall, hook-topped pole against the ground as she surveys the crowd. There's a nod of acquiescence granted towards a scrawny brown milk cow.
After a few minutes, Halfah straightens up in her saddle and clears her throat lightly. "Good folk of St. Loomis and Greyleigh," [in Ruvic] she begins. She turns her gaze around the crowd, making candid eye contact with the people of the town. "I thank you for coming out to stand in the damp of the town square at the end of your busy day." [in Ruvic]
The air is warm beneath spotlessly unclouded skies, a balmy softness lingering through the streets and smoothing the low waves of the sea.
Halfah continues on, "I know that all of you are weary, not only with the work of every day, but with the worry of this past year. There is not a person in this entire county who hasn't felt the strain, and the anxiety for what the future holds. But in all this time, through all the trials you've faced, your fortitude and courage have been on display for all to see, shining bright enough to rival the lighthouse itself." [in Ruvic]
An alert-looking strawberry roan palfrey shies to one side with a sudden whicker.
(Quietly): A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair nods subtly as he watches the speaker, eyes flitting briefly 'round the crowd, but mostly focusing on you. His hand fits its way into the pouch of his apron, where he fidgets with something there.
Halfah turns her head a little and looks towards that looming beacon, nodding her head with an air of gravity, then looks back to the crowd again as if to emphasize that connection between two bright points of light.
The ethereal warmth of a lit Mistwatch lantern grants a steadfast shining presence in the night.
(Quietly): A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man leans a bit more of his weight on an ashwood branch and tries to cranes his head to see over the sea of people, many whom are taller than him, while he listens to the speech with brows furrowed in concentration.
A darkhaired, aquiline woman smiles fleetingly, her eyes containing a measure of warmth as she glances up towards you, and then towards a lit Mistwatch lantern.
Halfah lifts her chin up as she regards the square once more. "I'm proud of you. All of you. The farmers who go out to faithfully tend fields and flocks, rain or shine, planting for tomorrow in spite of today. The fisherfolk who keep rowing out onto the sea to pull up the fish that also feed us, despite the mist we can see clinging to the edges of the bay." [in Ruvic]
(Quietly): A hunched, elder woman purses her lips together tighter as you speaks. She wears a vague frown.
A darkhaired, aquiline woman's smile turns back to her typical expression, which is a solemn frown.
Halfah says sincerely, "I'm proud of the shopkeepers and craftsmen, the miners and foresters, all those who have done their best to make sure we have the materials and goods we need to survive. I'm proud of the merchants and sailors who have weathered the threat to their livelihood with patience and resource." [in Ruvic]
(Quietly): An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes listens quietly to you, standing still and flitting a glance to the crowd around her before returning her attention to the Mistwatch. Whatever she thinks of these words thus far, she keeps a neutral countenance.
A scrawny brown milk cow wanders east, lowing hungrily.
(Quietly): A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair's expression is a near-permanent thoughtful frown, but he gives a firm nod alongside each of those two statements from you.
The crowd stirs lightly, raising their heads too, as if the pride Halfah speaks of were some tangible force raising them up. A few of them nod, faces brightening, and all are silent, listening.
Twinkling merrily in the warm night air, the stars cast their pale glow across the world.
Halfah draws in a deep, her voice strengthening further. "And, of course, I'm very proud of my own Mistwatch, who have held fast here at St. Loomis to keep all of you safe." [in Ruvic] She glances down to a darkhaired, aquiline woman, acknowledging the woman with a warm yet solemn nod. "They have been strong and steadfast in the face of both old threats and new, as well as the simply unexpected. They were set a course to follow when I departed, and have steered true to it until my return. What has been done, has been done according to the commands I left them. And so St. Loomis and its people remain safe, despite the dangers that surround us." [in Ruvic]
A darkhaired, aquiline woman blinks.
Pale silvery-teal patterns waver through the murky darkness around a lit Mistwatch lantern.
A broad guard of the town watch walks over from the west, patrolling.
A darkhaired, aquiline woman somberly lets her gaze pan across the crowd, focusing for a while on a lit Mistwatch lantern while listening in silence to you.
A broad guard of the town watch walks north, patrolling.
Halfah looks around the crowd with a sterner expression, as if emphasizing the source of those commands. "And there is danger -- but we of the Mistmarches are all used to living with that." [in Ruvic]
(Quietly): A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man looks around at the surrounding crowd, seemingly gauge the reactions so far to the speech, before he turns his attention back to you.
Mouth setting firmly for a moment, Halfah goes on, "My unit has traveled all through the mist that lies to the north of us now, and it's not going anywhere. The good part of that is that it isn't coming any nearer. We've seen no sign that it's moving at all, and no sign that its effects are reaching out farther. But the bad part is that it shows no sign of retreating either." [in Ruvic]
(Quietly): There *is* a visible note of relief to a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair's countenance at that statement from you, the mention that the mist isn't nearing. It doesn't even fade when the 'bad' part is delivered. Not yet, at least.
The warm velvet of the dark sky is studded with bright pinpoints of stars.
Halfah makes a sharp 'tch' noise and shakes her head slightly, then states briskly, "I'm not going to lay a coat of limewash on it. This mist is extremely dangerous, and I don't see a way to clear a passable route to Imbryck yet. Nor is the sea navigable, to allow us passage elsewhere." [in Ruvic] Once again she looks around at the crowd, looking into faces and meeting eyes." And that means that until we can restore such a route, we are going to have to do what the Mistmarches and St. Loomis have always done well -- rely on ourselves, and on our own smarts, strength, courage, and cooperation." [in Ruvic]
(Quietly): A lean, ink-eyed man listens with a focused frown as they write.
A lit Mistwatch lantern pulses unsteadily.
A small stir has gone through the crowd, a little ripple of anxiety that fans out through the streets. But as Halfah speaks further, and looks them face to face, the people draw themselves up with an air of greater pride, glancing around at one other and giving small nods as if to say, 'That's right!'.
A lean, ink-eyed man writes on a leather-bound tome with a silver-nibbed aquamarine glass pen dipped in dark bluish-black ink.
(Quietly): An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes flickers a glance to the Mistwatch lanterns at those words. She takes in a small breath, but that is all the reaction she gives.
(Quietly): A hunched, elder woman's expression remains mostly still, though a slight frown tugs at the corners of her mouth. The old woman's shoulders slump noticeably as if the weight of your words pull her down.
Halfah lifts her chin, giving the square a firm determined look. "All that we do well now, we'll have to do better. We'll need new mines, new cultivation, new patrols..." [in Ruvic] Her pink eyes shift around a little more, as if scanning out particular faces. ".. new connections." [in Ruvic]
(Quietly): A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair's eyes wander south briefly during that statement, in the direction of the sea. He looks distant a moment before his attention refocuses on you. He neither looks particularly brought down nor lifted up by those words.
(Quietly): Though... a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair's brow does quirk at the mention of 'new mines'.
(Quietly): A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man releases a slow sigh, but doesn't outwardly show much reaction. His gaze also flick briefly towards a hunched, elder woman before something that was said catches his attention and he looks away again.
Halfah says, "We have many hands and many minds to help ourselves see these hard times through. And I'm sure, at the last, we will come out of this the bravest, the most resourceful, the most enduring people in all of Ensor.." [in Ruvic] Her mouth quirks up at one corner into a small but somewhat cocky smile. "After all, we were pretty much there already." [in Ruvic] Another ripple, this time of quiet laughter, eddies through the crowd as their confidence seems to grow.
Bringing to life lively scents of mud, tar, and weathered wood, the weather is warm and clear.
The ethereal warmth of a lit Mistwatch lantern grants a steadfast shining presence in the night.
(Quietly): An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes scans the crowd as the people seem to find a rallying good humor in those words.
Halfah draws in a long breath. "And too, we have new people among us, people many of you have already met. New people you have worked with, learned with helped and been helped by. And even these who have come from outside our lands have lent their hands and heads to help us endure." [in Ruvic] She rises up slightly in her stirrups, and her voice rises as well. "Working together, we will continue to do so." [in Ruvic]
(Quietly): A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair smiles a little brightly at those words, eyes searching the crowd briefly, perhaps looking for locals he recognizes. There's something sanguine about his expression now as he settles his attention back upon you.
A darkhaired, aquiline woman thumps the bottom of a tall, hook-topped pole lightly against the cobblestones, in a 'hear, hear' sort of rhythm.
(Quietly): A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man glances around to take in the mood and reactions of the surrounding crowds again, his own expression growing more thoughtful.
Halfah abruptly lowers herself back down into her saddle, and gives a short crisp nod. "With that, I would like to announce our newest initiates to the Mistwatch." [in Ruvic] She smiles just a touch, looking subtly proud. "We were fortunate to have many folks from across Ensor sojourn with us this past year and more. The energy and vigor that all of them brought have done much for the Mistwatch, as they always do. And everyone who has sojourned here has gained new skills and confidence, which will be put to good use whatever they do." [in Ruvic]
A lit Mistwatch lantern pulses unsteadily.
Twinkling merrily in the warm night air, the stars cast their pale glow across the world.
"But," [in Ruvic] Halfah states, sounding more solemn again, "Of all these good people, only a few pass on to become true initiates to the Mistwatch. This year, these are those few." [in Ruvic]
You recite in a crisp mezzo-soprano,
"Adana Adair, of County Clathran, Highmoor." [in Ruvic]
You recite in a crisp mezzo-soprano,
"Dunnis Clannery, of the Bentmoor." [in Ruvic]
(Quietly): A hunched, elder woman tenses slightly at your newest announcement, her weight shifting uncomfortably. That spinning of a jade inlayed gold ring returns.
You recite in a crisp mezzo-soprano,
"Gib Longmire, of Fendrakeshire, the Mistmarches." [in Ruvic]
You recite in a crisp mezzo-soprano,
"Nassie Woolery, of Plew-on-Sea." [in Ruvic]
You recite in a crisp mezzo-soprano,
"Petyr Bedrock, of County Cragham, the Mistmarches." [in Ruvic]
(Quietly): A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair seems to note a hunched, elder woman's tension, a look of confusion visible in his eyes as he watches and listens.
You recite in a crisp mezzo-soprano,
"Rafe Wilton, of St. Loomis." [in Ruvic]
(Quietly): A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man is leaning slightly forward with a hand gripped firmly around an ashwood branch while he focuses on the list of names.
Here Halfah's recitation is interrupted by a loud round of cheers from the surrounding crowd, who sound mightily pleased to have one of their own on this list.
(Quietly): A lean, ink-eyed man listens intently, gaze flickering slightly to that shifting.
Halfah looks vaguely amused but not surprised, and waits a moment for the noise to die down before proceeding.
You recite in a crisp mezzo-soprano,
"Tarn Oakhold, of Sternshire, Aurindell." [in Ruvic]
An alert-looking strawberry roan palfrey shies to one side with a sudden whicker.
Halfah inclines her head to the crowd, matter-of-factly, and concludes, "I hope you will join me in offering both congratulations and thanks to these fine, brave women and men." [in Ruvic]
A darkhaired, aquiline woman nods proudly and solemnly, but doesn't make any extra noise to match the crowd's cheering.
Pale silvery-teal patterns waver through the murky darkness around a lit Mistwatch lantern.
A soft frown writes itself about a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair's face as the naming apparently draws to a close. He gives a brief look to his fellow foreigners, then looks back to you. He applauds with the crowd, if that's what they're doing, but that doesn't eliminate that look of confusion.
The crowd seems more than willing to oblige in this, sending up an even heartier wave of cheers, claps, and stamping of feet. Halfah merely waits this out.
(Quietly): A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man sighs softly, but puts on a smile as he adds his applause to the cheering of the rest of the crowd.
The moons glow brightly against the cloudless black of the night, bathing the world in argent light.
(Quietly): The tension held by a hunched, elder woman slowly dissipates along with a long exhalation of breath. She murmurs quietly to herself, "Y'ykaazhyree ygh'y iyjh yjh." [in an unknown language with a sweet, shaky soprano]
(Quietly): An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes stays quiet as the cheers grow, but she makes a small, discreet point to join in the clapping.
(Quietly): A lean, ink-eyed man has their own brief flicker of a frown, and they shift their writing implements to add their own applause.
(Quietly): A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man nods his head solemnly towards a hunched, elder woman as he continues to politely clap his hands together, tucking an ashwood branch into the crook of his right elbow.
After the hubbub has naturally died down somewhat, Halfah sighs a little and states briskly, "One other of our sojourners for the past year, Tighearnach O'Soaera, will remain so still for the year to come, at the end of which time he will finally be allowed to undergo his final testing." [in Ruvic]
A freckled guard of the town watch walks over from the west, patrolling.
A freckled guard of the town watch walks north, patrolling.
(Quietly): A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair's eyes look to a hunched, elder woman at that comment. Understanding flickering behind his honey-brown eyes as he then watches you.
There's another stir that passes through the crowd with that, smaller yet still noticeable. Glances are shared around that speak of real surprise, as if something unprecedented had happened. But Halfah seems to have nothing else to say on the matter, and proceeds on. "Ordinarily, at this point I would also give my great thanks and a proud send-off to those sojourners who will not become initiates, but instead return to their homes with all they have learned and gained here." [in Ruvic]
An alert-looking strawberry roan palfrey shies to one side with a sudden whicker.
A darkhaired, aquiline woman tilts her gaze back to study you with a deeply-considering air, as if listening even more closely to the continued speech.
"But as you can imagine," [in Ruvic] Halfah says with just a touch grim resignation, "There are many now who won't be able to do so, because their way home lies blocked by the mist. And so, rather than let the talents of these folks go to waste, we've decided to forge a new path for them to follow, which will aid all of us here." [in Ruvic]
A lit Mistwatch lantern pulses unsteadily.
Halfah rises back up in her stirrups again, and her voice takes on a more formal tone of announcement. "As of this coming day, the seventeenth day of Sollemnis, in this the seven hundred and ninety-seventh year of the New Dawn, the Mistwatch Auxiliary will be established here, headquartered at St. Loomis. The Auxiliary will aid the Mistwatch in its many endeavors, from patrolling the borders of the mist to repairing necessary works like roads and mines." [in Ruvic]
Mild breezes blow through the clear night, their warm touch soft as a caress.
Halfah's gaze sweeps the crowd again, as if pulling in all their attention. "Its ranks will be open not just to those who've been sojourners, but to all who wish to lend their best efforts to ensure the safety and security of the people of this land." [in Ruvic]
(Quietly): A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair's distracted frown settles into an intrigued expression at this bit of news. He leans his head forward slightly, observing you, attention rapt.
(Quietly): An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes turns her attention from the crowd back to you as the cheers die down and the announcement continues. She too frowns - though it is one of concentration more than criticism.
(Quietly): A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man hums thoughtfully and rubs at his chin with the fingers of his left hand. Reddish-gold eyes flick towards a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair this time around.
A broad guard of the town watch walks over from the east, patrolling.
Halfah states with just a hint of wryness, "This is a new thing to the Mistmarches, so I can promise you there remain many details to iron out. But for anyone who joins up, you can be assured that you will be doing good and brave work of which you can feel justly proud." [in Ruvic]
A darkhaired, aquiline woman listens silently, returning her gaze across the crowd. There's a faintly concerned crease on her forehead now.
A broad guard of the town watch walks north, patrolling.
(Quietly): A hunched, elder woman finally pulls her gaze away from you to cast a side-eye at a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair. It remains there, appraising, before scanning the crowd.
A lit Mistwatch lantern pulses unsteadily.
(Quietly): A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair doesn't seem to notice that flicker of a glance from a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man, or even catch that side-eye from a hunched, elder woman. He's just listening to you, focused, and nodding his head a little as he listens.
Halfah lowers herself slowly back down to her horse's back again then, mouth pressing to a thin line. "More regrettably, however... I must tell you that the pay for your services will not be adequate to what they are worth." [in Ruvic] Her face remains studiedly impassive except for that set to her mouth. "For while the Lord Protector was able to secure the monies for the previous year of the Mistwatch's operations, the good lords and ladies of certain parts of Ensor no longer feel it is in their best interests to pay the taxes that fund us, and the King and his Chancellor of the Exchequer have declined to argue with them strenuously over this matter."
Gentle breezes brush through the warm clear air, a balmy softness lingering through the streets and smoothing the low waves of the sea.
Halfah is quiet for just a moment, before continuing. "So while the Mistwatch will do whatever it can to help outfit, feed, and house those members of the auxiliary who need this assistance the most, and will furnish them a small wage for their services... I feel I may as well state bluntly up front, that your compensation will not do justice to your good work or good character." [in Ruvic]
More briskly and with a stronger note of positivity, you say, "But, if that doesn't deter you from offering your best to the people of Greyleigh Hundred and County Innithel, then I encourage you to contact me to arrange a time for us to speak in the days ahead." [in Ruvic]
A darkhaired, aquiline woman nods grimly and thoughtfully, half to herself, and glances across the faces in the crowd.
(Quietly): A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man snorts softly and shakes his head, a slight frown forming on his features.
(Quietly): A lean, ink-eyed man has a thoughtful frown as they listen.
Halfah concludes with a small bow from the seat of her saddle, "Until then, I bid you all a good night, and God bless." [in Ruvic]
(Quietly): For whatever reason, a burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair doesn't look particularly deterred by these words, though there is a note of surprise on his features that settles into understanding.
A lit Mistwatch lantern wavers softly in its punctured iron box, sending ethereal patterns gliding about the area.
Sitting upright again, Halfah declares in Ruvic, "Ad usque quaerens veritatis," [in Ruvic] and crosses her right arm over her chest. Then, crossing the left arm over it in turn, "Semper vigilans." [in Ruvic] In Ilexi, she repeats sternly, "Still seeking the truth. Always vigilant." [in Ruvic]
A broad guard of the town watch walks over from the north, patrolling.
A broad guard of the town watch takes quick note of his surroundings.
The stars twinkle in a warm sky that seems to stretch forever without a cloud.
(Quietly): An austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes is very still as she listens, her eyes intent on you throughout the remainder of her announcement. Only when she closes her speech with that bow and those foreign words does she stir and look back to those near her, assessing their reactions. For her part, there is a subdued sort of interest.
Halfah glances down at a darkhaired, aquiline woman briefly, almost if reassuring herself that the younger woman is still there, then sighs slightly, looking very tired. With a less commanding glance around to the crowd, she says in an also more ordinary voice, "I haven't much time to speak tonight. But if anyone -- anyone at all -- has the wish or need to speak with me, you have only to send word. From the greatest to the least.." [in Ruvic] She glances around. "And those who have lived here long, and those recently come to our shores." [in Ruvic]
An alert-looking strawberry roan palfrey shies to one side with a sudden whicker.
Halfah tsks quietly at an alert-looking strawberry roan palfrey, rubbing its neck firmly. "Oth'e avo eiv," [in an unknown language] she tells the horse quietly. "Eiv an es evo so suekho se ateshekheitash? At aveis an osh'uiv soth voch avevei." [in an unknown language]
The ethereal warmth of a lit Mistwatch lantern grants a steadfast shining presence in the night.
A darkhaired, aquiline woman bows her head slightly in a nod, and side-steps away from the side of an alert-looking strawberry roan palfrey as if making room for the evidently somewhat high-strung mount to turn about.
(Quietly): A hunched, elder woman has a lingering sense of thoughtfulness now, still frowning, but the nervousness energy is gone. She meets an austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes's eyes and then scans other foreign faces.
(Quietly): A short, reddish-gold-eyed young man meets an austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes and a hunched, elder woman's gaze and his shoulders lift in a brief shrug while a faint smile forms on his lips.
Evidently judging the work of the night is finished, Halfah carefully wheels an alert-looking strawberry roan palfrey around, being mindful of the crowd and a darkhaired, aquiline woman. She offers a nod if not a smile to the people she's now facing, and nudges her horse lightly forward.
(Quietly): A burly, sienna-hued young man with short walnut-brown hair eventually looks away from you once the speech has well and truly come to a close. He looks to those around him he recognizes -- to a lean, ink-eyed man, to a hunched, elder woman, an austere Sirdabi woman with copper eyes) and a short, reddish-gold-eyed young man. The young man has a determined, intent look on his face. His lips are drawn flat, neutral.
An alert-looking strawberry roan palfrey trots north, with you on his back.