From the beginning of Winter to the end of the Second Cycle of Winter. Specific Timestamps to be posted when needed.
Shopping for a dress or two.A Stich in Time Clothiers First Cycle of Winter, Era XIII, Three Cycles before the big day!
Holding the hand of the small blond girl, Wren walked the streets of Prime expertly, chatting to the child as she went. It was a typically busy day, with a slight chill in the midmorning air. Wren was finding she didn't notice much at the moment, there was too much going on. Still she managed to sneak out of the house with Meyra without her mother noticing. Simply telling Cuthbert she was showing Pala's daughter the city of Prime, she made a beeline for the clothiers, preferring to walk rather than take the cart. And so they approached the shop Wren holding the door open for the young girl before stepping in herself.
Greeting the man at the loom warmly, she left Meyra to stroke the tabby cat and walked forward.
"Good morn sir, I am searching for a wedding gown and one for my bridesmaid here. I have a idea in mind if you ill permit me?" Pulling the small notebook from her bag, Wren flipped the pages until she came to the one which she needed.
Not being very good at drawing people, she had created a stylized model with the dress shaded in on the form. It was a simple design. A tight corset bodice that laced up the back, unshaped at the chest and plunging to a V at the waist. The skirt was full and decorated with beads of glass, which were to be of amber coloring. The skirt had a small train the beads stopping just before the skirt reached the floor. The over garment was a small coat with a hood. It too had a small train which covered the dress at the back, the sleeves reaching her elbows and wide lined with white fur. The hood too was lined with fur, and full so when it fell back, the point reached her waist. The back of the coat was embroidered with gold ivy, in a single panel.
Flipping to the next page was again a stylized model with a dress again. This dress was simpler, the skirt not as full and without the embellishment, the top shaped and with elbow length sleeves. The bodice was decorated with the amber beads, curving over the front to the lacing at the back. The over garment was a fur lined cloak that again covered the train at the back of the gown. This garment was of the nicest rose pink, Meyra seemed happy enough with this choice as the vendor looked over the drawings. Taking measurements from each of the girls he thought and mused over the price along with the time it would take.
To Bake a CakeSweet Bread Bakery and Treats First Cycle of Winter, three days after the initial trip to the Dress makers
Stopping to smell the wonderful thrills emanating from the shop, Wren looked at the window dressing with approval. Such wondrous treats available, this would sure be the best place to hunt for the perfect wedding cake. With a smile she pushed open the door and went inside. Thankfully it was quite quiet as she walked over to the baker and smiled broadly.
"Good day, I am looking for a wedding cake, one that looks magnificent. The day is the 36th brightening of Winter, can you give me some ideas of what you can make sir?" A
Food will be catered by Scottie, the L'Rodan chef and help will be drafted in by his friends.
Menu Starters
Jaedaxian Wine Beef Soup. A light soup full of flavor, gentle melt in the mouth beef with the strong full body of Jaedaxian red wine, soft vegetables provide the perfect starter.
Chicken in Pillowcases. Bite sized chicken pieces in a light pastry surround. Served with a slightly spiced sauce.
Roasted Vegetables in Rosemary Butter. Crispy outside and soft inside vegetables, served with a delightful rosemary butter that melts the pallet.
Main Course
Roasted Prin Faun with Red Wine Dumplings. A whole Prin Faun slow roasted over a wood flame. Dumplings served in a thick red wine sauce with a side helping of soft vegetables.
Stewed Rabbit in Creamy Ale Sauce. Rabbit cooked to tender melt in the mouth perfection. The dark ale sauce complimenting the soft taste and sweetness of the vegetables. Served with spiced bread.
Duck Meatballs in Grilled Tomato Relish. Duck minced and fried in garlic butter then cooked slowly with grilled tomatoes in a thick and chunky tomato sauce. Served with pastry scoops with thyme seasoning.
Sweet Cured Cod with Crisped Potatoes Cod that has been marinated and grilled over a wood flame with crisp roasted potatoes. Served with an optional spicy relish.
Mussels in Garlic Butter. Mussels boiled and then marinated in delicious garlic butter, served with a small side plate of crisp leafed salad.
Crisped Vegetables in a Spiced Vinaigrettes. An array of colours and tastes with the added extra of a spiced garnish.
Fruit and Flower Salad with White Wine Dressing.
Berries, apples, pears are a small selection, served with rose petals in a delicate white wine dressing.[/i]
Desert
Thick Chocolate Cake Made with the richest of ingredients this cake tempts any pallet and stimulates any taste bud.
Ice Cream, vanilla, strawberry and pomegranate. Made with rich milk and the best of flavorings, this is a sumptuous desert with wafer twirls.
Candied Fruits Poached fruits coated in rich sugar served with a sumptuous cream.
Fruit Ice Ice that cools and refreshes with a wide array of fruit flavors.
OOC: Location of the Reception, L'Rodan Estate (will be made into a thread)
Sitting on the hill of Old Prime, a view of the ocean visible from the kitchen windows and through another home, was a large home of sandstone, redbrick and granite. A tall wooden fence with a gate to allow carts an small coaches through, turning in a small gravel yard before huge double doors of oak, metal bolting having it withstand the strongest of weathering. A small spattering of ferns near the walls hid the lower granite levels, allowing the sandstone to rise up to the roof. Red brick was built up into a porch over the double doors, an unlit lantern hiding in the eves of the porch roof. The turret on the left side of the house, rose up to a pointed spire rood slate, an attractive feature many said. Torches lined the gravel driveway, flickering in the wind, their protective covering stopping them from going out. Guards stood at the door, by request of the L'Rodan's while others patrolled the grounds. The gate had been removed to allow the larger carriages through the torches lining the way in and back out though the now wider space.
Once in out of the chill, one was greeted by a hall which was large enough to be a room in its own right Black and white tiles checkered their way to the three doors, a large closet, sideboard and wonderful mirror dominated this hallway, the various lamps and candles providing the light, when the two stained windows by the door could not. The door directly ahead was that of the butler, Cuthbert Hunter, or Cubby to the youngest children. He was an aging man, tall and thing but would still give any whippersnapper a run for their money. To the right, the door led to the large kitchen and the cook and maid's rooms. Both the maids were young, yet did their job well. They were sisters, having lost both parents to the pox, looked to the L'Rodan's as family. Eldern and Tailia both had dark brown hair, tied back into a tight knot, Eldren held the grey eyes of her father and Tailia held the blue of her mother. Both quiet girls, a joy with the children, often referred to as Bitty and Boo. The cook was a huge man, red hair and beard who laughed to bring down houses. Scottie was his name and he is from Imperia. Haven fallen on hard times, the L'Rodan's loved his cooking, food that would put hairs on ones chest, or give the most euphoric of experiences. Scottie dislikes anyone being in the large kitchen, often throwing wooden spoons in the direction of the children. The kitchen itself looks out over the courtyard, which has a small number of conifers acting as a fence. Should Scottie have the windows open, one can smell the salt air and hear the gulls calling. Cuthbert was using his room to store all the coats cloaks and weapons, enjoying the rushing around he had to do, dashing into the kitchen to see how the food preparation was coming along. The maids stood with trays of drinks, extra girls drafted in to help, offering wine both red and white, light ale, warm cider and an array of fruit juices.
To the left is the study and library. This room is mostly inhabited by Timothy L'Rodan senior and his eldest daughter Katherine. He holds many books of tales and creatures, as well as places in the empire. A huge desk dominates one wall, covered in papers and parchments, the windows nearly always open so he can hear the city. Katherine holds her own desk in a corner near to the turret. It is quiet enough, being beside the stairs to the upper level does not bother her. Her father invested in a paper screen which sections her off from the well trodden passage from the hall to the stairs. This screen now used to hold notes, drawings and drafts of her life's labor, her first play. Portraits of other L'Rodan's grace the spare walls. Sir L'Rodan, Timothy's father and his wife, Katherine have pride of place over the fire place. This room was lined with garlands of flowers and banners, a large Congratulations hanging prominently in the room. Timothy L'Rodan senior and junior shook everyone's hand and bowed to each lady, the blue carpet leading the way to the reception room.
The reception room was mostly empty save for chairs which lined the walls. The doors to the courtyard were opened, braziers and torches lining th edges, the top covers. The garlands followed from the library into the reception room and then outside. A small stage was set up with a small handful of the musicians from the Budding Rose to be, close friends of Timothy L'Rodan. They played gentle tones, something that was pleasant to listen too but not all to intrusive into conversations. Long tables were set between the open set of glass doors, small platters of various snacks, nothing to filling of course. Over half of the courtyard were round tables which sat ten people each, laid out with the best crockery, decanters of water and all laid with name cards at each place. These tables continued inside, the long resident dining table have pride of place for the bride and groom. The smell of food radiated from the kitchen the occasional shout from the chef's going unnoticed.
The clothier looked over the design with approval, suggesting using less beads at the trim of he skirt, to allow a more free movement. Nodding her approval Wren agreed, the clothier having a handful of bead samples. Wren picked the flatter and smaller ones for Meyra;s dress and the larger diamond shaped for her own. Sitting at the breast of both dresses was a large tear drop of milky glass, the swirl of pigment mesmerizing.
Leaving then, they went on their next errand to return in a cycle's time for the fitting.
With the busy cycle passed Wren returned with the young Meyra, eager to see the dresses. The clothier and his assistant took the two young women to try on. Meyra looked darling, her hair pulled back just a little bit showing off her pretty face and eyes. She looked so much older and would most likely look older again on the day.
Wren moved in her gown, the fabric silk rippling about her form. The fur coat sat beautifully, the hood just the right size. With a smile she nodded her agreement, any quick alterations made there and then. The cost came to 1000 Crowns for both dresses and their fur accompaniments. Wren was pleased and would have the gowns delivered to her home.
The baker cast his eye at the woman and the young girl, who was tucking into a cinnamon pastry which had just been purchased. Pulling a ledger from the counter he flicked the pages and looked over half moon glasses. Fingers ran down the page and tapping every so often.
"What about a three tier cake with sugar flowers, it is simple yet pretty ma'am?" Wren mulled over and nodded, asking for them to be lilies. With a nod he smiled.
"We can have it ready for the early morn of the big day, deliver it while you are out ma'am. It shall be two hundred and fifty Crowns, that includes delivery." Wren nodded, paying half now and the rest upon its delivery.
1. Her Highness Queen Sharinya of the fae
2. The regent Milo L’Evienne and his wife regent Nell du Galle
3. Sir Raliric Ered’ Gard
4. Admiral Alexis Sapientia and Excellency Liselle Vampyler-Sapientia
5. The lady Aerinne Sarista
6. Dzrg [best man]
7. Roland Moonstar
15th Kalendryas
Messengers rode the lenghth and breadth of the empire carrying the gold embossed cards to another society event to grace the winter calender
To Lord Llanwyn Siannodel
Invitation to the wedding of the lady Katherine L’Rodan and his Excellency Palacrisis D Jones
On the brightening of 50th Kalendryas
To be celebrated at Carmelyas fingers Alleria Prime
It would give my bride and me great pleasure to celebrate our nuptials under the watchful witness of true friends.
RSVP
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Herald Article ~ society wedding
15th Kalendryas era XIV ~ Post Fractum
Paradigm: Gala of Empress Michelle held in Alleria Prime
Dear Editor
I write on a matter of personal happiness and would share this with friends and acquaintances across the length and breadth of the empire. I have the honour to announce that on 50th Kalendryas I shall be betrothed to the Lady Katherine L’Rodan at Carmelyas Fingers
Personal invitations will be sent out in the next few brightening’s to those most closest friends but if I should have forgotten anyone please write to me at the L’Rodan estate of Alleria Prime.
Katherine has come into my life and made my days in Arakmat happier than I should ever think possible and I would share my joy with the empire. We live in troubled times of uncertainty and danger but it is wonderful that love still exists within our borders.
Archbishops hmm Pala was not sure about archbishops , true he was a close friend of Aerinne Sarista, but the hierarchy of the CoF were a funny lot , he had witnessed the battle of Tearsfall which was all mixed up with church politics. the buffoon they had sent to Tearsfall after he had left was a churchman and had been universally disliked by the locals .Yet he could not help but think that the CoF was highly important in the scheme of things .The events of the summer had pinned down a wavering faith and after getting his knees dirty a few times in Windibreeze Cathedral he had come to the conclusion that the gods existed. Exactly what or who these gods were he was not sure but his personal involvement in the Aethercrown’s pronouncements and the secret conversations with Nell and Milo had left him with no other position than belief.
He shrugged into a clean white shirt and wiped the last vestiges of shaving soap from his face, today was the day when he would met Archbishop Walt Jacobson. He made sure that the letter from Milo announcing his divorce was handy and walked down stairs to meet with a prince of the church
Secrets :
From the desk of: His Most Imperial Excellency
Milo L’Evienne / Imperial Regent
Imperial Palace, Alleria Prime, Principality of Prime
To the attention of: His Excellency
Palacrisis D Jones
Governor’s Mansion, Imperia, Sultanate of Arakmat
Pala,
It’s good to find a letter from yourself amongst the otherwise dreary mountain of paperwork I find each brightening waiting for me on my desk. I hope this one in turn finds you in good health and high spirits. I thank you for the gift of a most unique flavor in the cactus liqueur. It is indeed a required one but has grown on me already and to a greater extent, Sir James in particular sends his compliments for the nip he was afforded through the course of attending to his sworn duties.
It’s good to hear that all goes smoothly in the Sultanate under your care. Of course you were handed additional challenges given the lack of officials in place prior to your taking to the helm, but it sounds as if the filling of Arakmat’s government with individuals whom you have deemed suitable is coming along. As do efforts to restore and maintain peace in Imperia with the aid of Kestor Imperatis Fal Sulas and the Imperial Classis. I look forward to seeing the Sultanate’s security, economic and commercial health fully restored for the betterment of both province and empire.
It has been my intention to personally contact you within the coming cycles Pala regarding the upcoming Rite of Succession. Though I am always looking for opportunities to sit with friends, drinks and cigars in hand while indulging in less heavy conversation, the intended topic is one to be seriously addressed, and I would feel it grossly remiss of me to not speak with all concerned, or contact through correspondence where such is not manageable. Since the reappearance of the Insula Cornonae and the call for candidates, I have been able to secure additional information regarding the details of the Rite itself and have intended to send it along once the time has grown somewhat nearer. It seems that a portion of the Rite requires the ceremonial presence and participation of an Archprelate, a yet to be resolved situation that I know you and others in the Imperial government are personally aware of given Aerienne’s continued search for her replacement. While I would not at all wish to hurry decisions of such import and emphasized as much when last corresponding with her, she is aware of this requirement. And so along with the added need to make sure the Isle is safe for the coming presence of the candidates, a Rite has not been scheduled just yet. Nevertheless, I can now provide some details of the Rite itself, added a number of concerns that have come to my attention, and that I believe a few may be aware of already by other means.
Once a date has been set for the Rite, all will be called by myself to gather in Prime, and then to travel aboard ship to the Insula Coronae. This symbolizes the journey we all must face in life. The ocean of time that delivers us to the doorstep of our destiny. Once disembarked, a hike over land and up the mountain itself to the palace. The steep grade of the mountain represents the trials and tribulations of our lives. Once inside the palace, the archprelate shall place the crown atop the head of each candidate, they to be judged at that time. This, the element of the Rite which many may not be aware of, given a supposed assumption that the worthiest is simply chosen to wear the crown, while others are turned away. I am told such is not so simply the case. As told me by an experienced cleric in the Church, the worthy shall stand while those deemed unworthy shall fall. It is the moment that brings one into their destiny for good or bad. This cleric went on to say that it is reported that those who fail are driven mad in the process, though I expect there are precious few that have witnessed the process first hand. Nevertheless, I am sure you can understand why I feel compelled to inform all who have put their names forward of what they may face should their hearts ultimately lead them to submit themselves to the Rite of Succession, or any part thereof. My conscience would not allow me to let any go in unprepared for such a possibility.
Now to more personal matters my friend. Few can truly understand, in the wake of J’lyara’s unexplained disappearance, the grief and lingering uncertainty you experienced for those months after. J'lyara was a good and treasured friend to both Nell and I, and during a time that I stubbornly resisted the confidences of even those nearest me, she was a welcome source of comfort and support that I will not soon forget. I can only conclude now after so much time has passed, as you yourself have, that she is not to return; and to linger now over the reasons why would lend no satisfaction nor to the ability to move onwards.
This young woman you have met sounds wonderful and moreover, I believe I might quite like her for similar interests given my experience on the stage. I look forward to meeting her one brightening. No doubt you’re aware that the dissolution of marriage is a topic to be handled with great care, given the view of the Church of the Faith on the dissolution of marriage, and my ultimate position as head of the Church of the Faith during this time. I must take care then with such decisions and take a number of considerations into account on a case by case basis, no matter where my sympathies may lie or how strongly felt. In situations where both parties are available or might otherwise be located for contact if not readily, I would request then that the services of a priest or cleric be secured by one, in cases such as abuse, or both parties under other circumstances for purposes of consultation before making a final recommendation to myself.
However such is not the case with your self in this instance, and makes for a simpler conclusion. The documented time elapsed regarding an unexplained absence is over an era now and at some point we must conclude that J’lyara’s status may be officially categorized in a number of ways that would lend themselves to the clear justification for a writ of dissolution. I believe that now, given that era passed, is very possibly that time. As such and given I have respectfully assumed this is your wish, I have enclosed a writ of dissolution, signed by myself, witnessed by one Barrett Tierney and one Mrs. Ada Stromb. You will note that I have dated the writ to take affect on the 35th brightening of Kalendryas to allow time to consider objections that may arise from the absent spouse, thus compelling the additional services of a cleric of the church. It is a formality I feel compelled to observe in cases such as this, though of course this is not at all expected to occur. If this is indeed not your desire at this time or should you come to feel differently, pleased accept my sincere apologies for the assumption and simply destroy and dispose of the writ; and alert me personally so that I may remove the notation from my records. Whatever your decision Pala, I wish you all the very best.
TS: Mid Way Through The First Cycle Of Winter, Era I, XIII (pf)
Father Walt, as he liked to be called, would not, in his current dress, be mistaken for the Archbishop of Prime. He had gray trousers, a pale green tunic, and a matching overcoat in the same dove gray as his trousers. He walked with a smart looking walking stick topped with a grip that had the symbol of Church of Three on it. As he debarked from his modest coach, he thanked the driver and told him to wait out of the way. Then he alighted the steps to the L'Rodan estate, and rapped on the door with his walking stick. Once a servant answered, he'd state his name clearly.
"Father Walt here to speak to Katherine L'Roden. I have an appointment." He stated with a pleasant voice.
"There's a place that I go that nobody knows. Where the rivers flow and I call it home. And there's no more lies in the darkness there's light.
And nobody cries, there's only butterflies." Status: Even angels feel mysterious once in a while -> working from 3 - midnight all week PST time. Expect mod posts before and after all week.
Last edited by Gossamer; July 21, 2007 at 12:44 PM.
Cuthbert pulled the door open as he always did, eyes half closed as he looked to the visitor. This had been a busy home over the past cycles and Cuthbert was starting to feel the ill effects. With a nod he led the archbishop into the study and then to the airy reception room. This room was empty save for the large dog that stared at the archbishop, tail slowly wagging.
Tailia rushed in to ask the archbishop if he required a drink while Cuthbert moved off to tell the lady L'Rodan she had a visitor. Wren had been dozing lightly in an armchair in her room, the cat curled up in her lap. The knock at the door roused her enough to see Pala pulling on his shirt. Admiring the physique of this man she would marry for a moment she slowly stood. Pala was already heading downstairs as Wren stood, straightening her long braid as she followed.
Entering the reception room she smiled to the archbishop and bowed.
"It is a joy to see you in my father's home, thank you for coming." Tailia entered with a tea tray and a plate of butter biscuits. Taking a seat she smiled at Pala and then to the archbishop. "I shall let Palacrisis go first."
Ooops! thought Pala er right Wren had caught him on the hop “I am very pleased to make your aquitance your grace and I would like to thank you on behalf of my fiancée and I for being willing to officiate at our wedding … phew I understand that there was a perfectly valid question over my marital status, I have been granted a decree of divorce by his imperial excellency the regent Milo ‘L’Evienne in this letter signed with his own hand and properly sealed with the imperial seal .
Pala passed over the letter which clearly stated that his divorce from J’lyara was fixed for the 35th brightening of Kalendryas. He allowed the archbishop a little time to read through the letter and then proceeded.
I would have under normal circumstances applied directly to the Archprelate of the CoF for such an ending of my previous marriage but there is as I am sure you are aware some problems in that direction so I asked the regent as ipso facto head of the church directly. I hope that this document is sufficient to allow you to marry us in all good faith.
He smiled gently watching the archbishop and now in full capture of his faculties, turning away for a moment he smiled at Wren and took her hand gently saying is there anything you wish to add my dear?
Father Walt smiled, followed the servant into the sitting room, and knelt down on one knee to ruffle the dogs head. He liked dogs. If he didn't live in Windibreeze Cathedrals' Priests Quarters, he'd own one. This dog, however, was more the size of a cart pony than a domestic lap dog, and that delighted the Archbishop.
When Tailia walked in, he smiled and rose. "Yes, tea would be fine. Thank you."
And with that, he roamed the room, admiring the decor until his hostess and host arrived. "Greetings Lady L'Roden" He said, and sat only after the lady had settled into her seat. He picked one opposite of her, and nodded to the gentleman as he entered. With that, he took the letter from the man and reviewed its contents, nodding thoughtfully. "Greetings to you as well, Jones. I hope you understand it was an uncomfortable question for me to have to ask, but it was my duty to make sure things were cleared up. Yes, this is sufficient. I'm glad you were able to get the issue cleared up with alacrity with Milo." Father Walt said, noting the date and glancing between the couple, an eyebrow raised in good humor. He could understand Palacrisis hurry. He handed it back to Palacrisis with a smile. "And please, I like to be called Father Walt."
And with that, he continued. "I'd like to know what to expect for the ceremony and what you'd like of me..."
"There's a place that I go that nobody knows. Where the rivers flow and I call it home. And there's no more lies in the darkness there's light.
And nobody cries, there's only butterflies." Status: Even angels feel mysterious once in a while -> working from 3 - midnight all week PST time. Expect mod posts before and after all week.
With a smile her amber eyes flicked to her fiancé as he conversed with the archbishop. The question put to them was one that caught her off guard. One could decide how their own ceremony would run? Wren had always been under the assumption that ceremonies followed a strict order. Frowning a little she turned to Pala, looking into those piercing eyes. It was then she saw the wedding she wanted.
"We wish to wed at the Fingers of Carmeyla on the 50th brightening, a day after the gala. We wish for our own vows and binding of the wrist with red ribbon as is custom. There is of course the blessings and prayers you wish for us to say with you and for us to receive." She turned to Pala with a gentle smile. "And you my love?"
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