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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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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early morning training


Knights’ Practice Room
Castle Anvard


Myles is in the part of the room stocked with training dummies, where he is working through a set of boxing exercises. It is too early to be light out, and the room is otherwise deserted.

Lanisen, looking like he was asleep not very long ago and would much rather continue in that state, opens the door from the equipment room and steps inside, carrying a lamp. He blinks to find the room already lit, then quickly begins to back out again.

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out in different directions


Stable
Castle Anvard


Lanisen pulls open the heavy door leading to the pasture and squeezes through into the relative warmth of the stable. He is well bundled up against the cold and looks very nearly stocky under his layers. His cheeks and nose are red.

A son of adam with a hearty build leads his horse in from the outer ward. He is wearing a warm hood and cloak, and his horse’s hooves are well soiled with road mud. Once he gets inside, he pushes his hood back off his head and leads his horse toward his stall.

Lanisen’s eyes follow the horse and shift past it to the man’s face. He averts his eyes quickly and nods as they pass.

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