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Our evening meal was a much quieter and laid back affair than the midday meal had been, with no demands on us to impress royalty. Lord Esterhal and his family had left for the Palace, where they would be dining with the Princess. We had all enjoyed early afternoon naps, as everyone made an effort to ensure they would be able to stay awake through the midnight hour for Thistle and Starlight's performance.
Thistle and Starlight ate their dinner sequestered in Thistle's room. They had very specific goals in mind for tonight's performance, and did not want to be influenced as they sought to settle into their 'performer's focus', as Thistle called it.
Their performance instruments were already at the hall, locked in an instrument room and under the strict control of the Hall's Maestro. There they would adjust to the Hall's environment, and they too would be ready to perform when the time came. As we were getting ourselves ready for the evening, we could hear the sounds of their practice instruments coming from Thistle's room. Not really playing anything, just familiar background, like the sound of one's own breathing.
Cor and I took a long, hot bath, but not together. She had scented oils and soaps in hers that I thought wouldn't be appropriate on me as the oils and scents in mine would not have suited her.
I trimmed my mustache and sideburns, which I'd let grow out recently. The trimming revealed that it had grown in thick and dense. I didn't use the scissors or razor that Wick had left me, preferring a little Light manipulation, but I did use some beard oil that he gave me and it left my facial hair looking lustrous and darkly gleaming.
NeedleThorn got a nice oiling as well, and a surge of Magic-based reinforcement that made her dark wood shine and glow with the Light of living wood, which she was. I washed my Wizard's Cloak in Magic too, and let it transform into a black-as-night version of itself, and then let the night sky show itself on it. The stars and sky above Beletara were visible, now and then a falling star would streak across the garment, from place to place. I was ready.
Cor had been the one who climbed into the bath, but it was The Wind of Arbor who climbed out. Naked and perfect, she stood before me and let a gentle warm breeze dry her. With her arms stretched out at her side she slowly wrapped herself in wind, little wisps of cloud and streaks of mist came next, followed by blankets of fog and roiling streaks of cloud, both bright and cheery and dark and ominous. The end result was a diaphanous wonder of black and white and gray that matched my colors, but which left the eyes mesmerized and wondering why something that should be so utterly revealing should managed to guard its secrets so well.
As amazed and awed as I was when I saw her, the reaction when we got downstairs was magnitudes greater. Violet understood the significance immediately.
"We dined this day at evening meal with our friend Wind, but tonight we shall enter the Grand Hall in the company of The Wind of Arbor."
With all that, we still had time to stop and admire the women in their outfits. The Royal seamstresses of Midhal had worked their own brand of magic, and the dresses were magnificent. Plover's in particular was striking. Her dress was a bright leaf-green, and swirled around her like a plant unfolding in the morning light. Her hair was colored the red of rose petals, and it too swirled, coiled like a rosebud high on her head. Everything worked perfectly with the slight green cast of her skin and lips.
"You look the very fairy tale image of a Wood Wife." Marsh commented.
We were arranged in carriages that would normally have held eight, but with the women's fine dresses we limited it to six each. Starlight and Thistle would come separately later, so it was the fourteen of us left plus the Shavroms - Wick and Violet, Cap and Marsh, Cord and Breeze. Cord's parents, who we had met at dinner for the first time, Crane and Bough Ambrul, were already at the hall with most of the children and other parents. Bough was Wick and Violet's youngest daughter, and Crane was one of the Shavrom's Shipping factors. He was also a bit of a stuffed shirt, but he seemed to dote on his wife and the gleam of pride in his eyes when he looked at his son spoke volumes.
Someone somewhere in the Shavrom household did the math and realized that splitting twenty people into groups of six was not going to work out evenly, so the first three carriages went with a sort of buddy system. Wick and Violet rode with Plank and Opal Durmiter as well as Firetree and Plover in the first. Cord and Breeze rode with the Vanoc family and Serenity in the second and Cap and Marsh rode with the Hellerins and Trough Farelly in the third. They let Cor and I bring up the rear, and it was on purpose. Wick wanted a dramatic entrance for The Wind of Arbor and her 'consort', a title that was granting me, by virtue of pronouncing it publicly, status as spouse.
The entrance to the Grand Hall is a broad semi-oval of stone steps, thirty of them, that lead to a wide plaza fronting the seven wide doors that frame the Royal Entrance in the center, all of which open into the interior of the Hall itself.
As we were assisted out of our carriage, it became obvious that word of our arrival had preceded us. The stone steps were packed at both edges with large crowds of people being held back by the royal Guard. A thin gentlemen carrying an ornate staff and dressed in purple velvet with what appeared to be gold leaf accessories, bowed to us and turned to lead us up the steps. There was no sign of those who had left in front of us.
I sent to Cor.
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