concoction


Outer Ward
Castle Anvard


Lanisen makes his way through the market in the early afternoon. Despite the sunny day, he’s wearing a scarf and a jacket. He’s got bags under his eyes and looks a little pale.

Deonyc walks along the marketplace aside a fellow guardsman, they are both in uniform but greeting people as they meet.

Dalia slips out from the stables, dusting off her dress and brushing a hair behind her ear.

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an unexpected party


Kennels
Castle Anvard


Lanisen is busy cleaning, shaking out the rugs and sweeping heaps of shed dog fur and straw and dried herbs out into the ward. The windows are all open and the kennel smells pleasantly of soap and fresh herbs.

Deonyc comes walking in from the outer ward in his hunting gear which he carefully hangs on a peg, making sure a small leather bag is well out of reach of the hounds. He looks around, and, spotting Lanisen, gives a quick, “Hello!”

Lanisen pauses his work as the guard enters. He leans his broom up against the wall and wipes his hands on his shirt, crossing toward Deonyc. “Hi,” he answers uncertainly, questioning. Continue reading an unexpected party

dame megren


Kitchens
Castle Anvard


Lanisen is just leaving the kitchen with a glass jar held carefully in one hand. The jar holds a little water at the bottom and a little bouquet of about every kind of flower one can find in early spring and a few you can’t: crocus, snowdrop, daffodil, cherry blossom, and several long sprigs of flowering herbs from the solarium.

Dalia makes her way into the kitchen, with her shawl around her, she looks quite a little bit better than the night before.

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fixing fisticuffers


Outer Ward
Castle Anvard


Freya chats with a guardsman in a friendly fashion, owing to her growing comfort in her surroundings.
Freya mumbles “… how’s … brother … … … can’t … … … … … cut … … win … match. … … … … quite … sport in … eh?”, to Freya.

Lanisen makes his way through the market around lunchtime, cobbling together a meal out of random delicious-looking things sold by various vendors around the ward.

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dancing day


North Andale
Eastern Archenland


This quiet area is known as North Andale. To one side of the gravel road is a glade of trees, mostly hardwoods, dominated by a huge White Oak. To the other side of the road is a small meadow, full of wild-flowers and there in the middle someone has placed a table and two benches, much weathered, but still sturdy. This is a favorite place for young sweethearts to pass time together.

To the south is the village of Andale and off to the east is the Range Road.


Megren sits in the circle of flower-crown-makers, good leg tucked under her and her cane across her lap, back to the bonfire.

Lanisen sits close by, crosslegged and quiet, people-watching.

Darrin wanders into the area from the direction of the castle, clearly a little more clean than he usually is at the end of the day.

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luncheon


Outer Ward
Castle Anvard


Deonyc is sitting on a barrel standing next to the curtain wall, a small cloth sack on his lap. He drops his satchel next to the barrel and gets out what seems to be lunch.

Lanisen leaves the kennels. He pauses to rinse his hands with a dipper of water from the barrel outside the door, then makes his way toward the market, disappearing from view between other market-goers, carts, and stalls. He reappears after a few moments with a paper-wrapped baked potato and a generous hunk of cheese, and begins back toward the kennel.

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foxes and wolves and hounds and hawks


Outer Ward
Castle Anvard


Lanisen sits alone on a crate outside the kennel, his back against the wall. His seat is tucked comfortably between a large barrel and a wheel-barrow, but fully in the warm sunshine. He has a book open on his knees, and there is a gently steaming cup of tea sitting next to him on top of the barrel.

Edana comes from out of the Northern Market, rubbing her hands together, sometimes taking the time to examine her nails before walking on. At a certain point, while looking up, she spots Lanisen on the crate and makes her way over.

Lanisen turns the page, glancing up and around as he does so with the casual wariness of one who likes to keep tabs on who is around and what they are doing. He watches Edana from the corner of his eye to see if she’s actually walking toward him or not.

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wassail


Outer Ward
Castle Anvard


The outer ward of Castle Anvard is a busy, bustling place, with market stalls and the smithy, stables, and kennels lining the outer walls. There are stairs leading to the gate towers on the northern and southern corners of the outer curtain. To the east are the outer gatehouse and the road leading into the realm of Archenland, and to the west another gate leads to the the inner ward and the main keep of Anvard.

The snow has been mostly cleared out of the center of the ward and gathered into several waist-deep piles up against the walls. A large bonfire of fragrant wood, kept burning bright and hot at all hours of the day and night, occupies the open space. Festive greenery hangs all around, amid the icicles.


Myles falls in near the group with the wassail bowl as they progress through the ward.

Perth produces a somewhat battered holly crown and places it jauntily on Megren’s head. She wrinkles her nose.

Lanisen sticks his head out of the kennel door to watch the festive commotion.

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yuletide


Outer Ward
Castle Anvard


The outer ward of Castle Anvard is a busy, bustling place, with market stalls and the smithy, stables, and kennels lining the outer walls. There are stairs leading to the gate towers on the northern and southern corners of the outer curtain. To the east are the outer gatehouse and the road leading into the realm of Archenland, and to the west another gate leads to the the inner ward and the main keep of Anvard.

The snow has been mostly cleared out of the center of the ward and gathered into several waist-deep piles up against the walls. A large bonfire of fragrant wood, kept burning bright and hot at all hours of the day and night, occupies the open space. Festive greenery hangs all around, amid the icicles.


Myles leads his horse, saddled and geared for the hunt, out of the stable. His squire comes behind him, leading his own horse. Both are dressed warmly, and Myles calls out some high-spirited jest over his shoulder as they approach the bonfire.

Arael walks in beside Lord Sten, very well bundled up. Her cheeks are rosy and her expression is animated as she replies to him.

Aravis leads a dark grey hunting horse from the stables, dressed lightly enough to ride swiftly but still stay warm. A red scarf is draped over her shoulders and over the lower half of her face.

Lune stands near the bonfire with a group of his attendants, dressed warmly for the hunt. He seems in high spirits, chatting with everybody, and his loud, booming laugh rings out frequently.

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realization


Outer Ward
Castle Anvard


Deonyc nods, “The beach does get too cold in winter, and the wind dosn’t help.”

A daughter of eve wearing a blue work dress nods and looks over to Gallagher and Kaie. “I would hate for any of us to get a cold.”

Lanisen leaves the kennels in the late afternoon, huddling into his coat, fitting his hands into an unusual pair of fur-lined gloves.

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