pecans and puppy-persuasion


Outer Ward
Castle Anvard


Lanisen has paused at a woodcarver’s stall just inside the outer curtain wall, considering a charm in the shape of a daisy.

Sehsis enters the market along with Nasrin, apparently in conversation, “-Well he ended up insulting her, though in fairness she -was- rather large. Even so”

Nasrin is laughing at the tale. “You can’t be serious, he actually said that to her?”

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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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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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