Log:New Alderaan: Day of Celebration

The people of New Alderaan meet for a festival to celebrate a great many things, including the successful defense of Bastion City, the induction of two new citizens (Ulani and her sister Nestra), the rebuilding of Noble house. Then two more announcements are made: cause for even more celebration.

Day of Celebration

OOC Date: February 03, 2022
Location: New Alderaan
Participants: New Alderaan, Ulani Kalgaav(GM), Bors Thul, Aryn Cortess, Sorin Endesea, Nora Frayus, Dyna Selenis, Noemie Lenoir, Yari

--Ulani--

What had started as a humble idea for a get-together to share in a collective celebration quickly grew into a city-wide affair. Taking up a portion of the savannah just outside of Bastion City are food stalls, live entertainment, and all forms of competition and games from dueling contests to an art show. Children chase each other with squeals of delight as their pinwheels spin around and around. Families sit on blankets and enjoy the festivities.

Buntings of colourful fabric flags dance in the wind, dipping from post to post in a wide circle to form the circumferance of the wide area dedicated to this outdoor celebration: a day to be thankful of the blessings and of the tenacity of the New Alderaan people.

In the center of this large circled area is a tall, easy-sloping hill upon which several more pavillions have been built; each flying the colours of Alderaan's royal and noble houses. From this vantage, the nobility and their friends can take in the paranoramic view.

Ulani is amongst those up on the hill dressed in a lovely -- borrowed -- set of silk robes accented in the Thul family colours. It wouldn't be terribly difficult to suss out just who loaned her the lovely threads and surely somewhere amongst the throng, Lady Uypiia Thul lurks. "It's a lovely gathering," Ulani says gently to the man on her arm. "I'm surprised it got as big as it has."

--Bors--

"Quite, but it's bound to grow - things are in resurgence, the pendulum swings to riot and we must watch to assure against the return so that we balance and not hurtle into ruin." Bors is smiling, just the same while walking with Ulani and their valet Kuhlai close behind - with a tray in one hand, towel over one arm and little red fez rested jauntily to one side of his head while he strides along behind.

"There's more announcements to be made as well; a surprise even for you I expect, my dear." hand lifting and a champagne flute is put in it, which the Lord Thul offers to Ulani first. Even if he really likes the bubbly.

Because bubbles.

--Yari--

One of those stalls 'round the bottom of the hill is occupied by a slightly rougher looking crowd. Fur and leather makes up the bulk of their wardrobe, like they'd just traipsed here from some mountainous crag. If you'd made such assumptions, you'd be right! There's only four of them - two women, a man, and a toddler - and another woman, who's upped her wardrobe game for the occasion. Nevermind that it's periodically concealed by a heavy cloak of patchwork furs whenever Yari takes a break from the cooking and has a five minute standing-up nap in the corner. Yari's here to represent, not so much her own people as her own interests, maybe, doing her part to maintain ties with the Republic powers that be. Because inevitably, a kinsman somewhere, someday, is gonna muck up and it's good to have friends in high places. So how does a lowborn nobody from the shattered specks of Kijimi woo the up-and-coming nobility???

Food. Obviously.

There's a small firepit smoldering away in 1/3 of their stall, over which a cauldron of savory smells is simmering away. On one of the tables facing the general public, there's a couple metal casks of mystery drink. On the other table, sit the edible offerings, briefly, when dished out and slid into awaiting hands. Sans cloak at the moment, Yari's manning a portable griddle in the stall's center, pouring a thick, purply batter out onto the piping-hot oil.

--Noemie--

A wide-brimmed sunhat shades the face of Noemie Lenoir beneath the bright Aldera star. Of a beige color with a purple band around it, the hat does its job well, and accents the brightly colored sundress she wore out to the grassy plains. Hers could be easily recognized by all of the locals as a style not native to Alderaan, and any familiar with the fashion industry may even be able to narrow it down to a Naboo style.

The very short girl is elevated a few inches on woven wedges as she steps through the grass between pavilions, offering polite smiles to those that she passes by. She seems to be a bit out of her element surrounded by nobles and dignitaries but she has enough practiced grace from her upgringing in Theed to blend in well enough and manage to keep from standing out as some kind of lowly thug or something of the sort. Tucked beneath an arm is a datatablet which is currently in sleep mode and she twirls a stylus idly around the fingers of her left hand while she walks as though ready to sketch or write down anything on a whim that may strike her imagination while she is here. The Naboo smiles fondly to Dyna who walks beside her. "This is really nice! Did you ever attend anything like this before you left your home world?"

--Sorin--

This festive day put a bright, warm spin upon the Telona chill that still dominates Bastion and its surrounding wilderness. The Endesea tent sits among its neighbors, though is perhaps among the smaller; the house itself was still but a handful in size, still in those initial stages of rebirth after its scion's return to New Alderaan.

Within, in spirit of the day, one of the world's more notable chefs had been hired for the day to assist in the creation and distribution - free of course - of one of Endesea's house traditions, lightly muja-glazed and then deep fried bites of fleek eel. In little funnel cups because, well, because that's fun.

Sorin, however, is not yet there. He is below, circulating amongst the people. He wears a conventional look - as it is for himself at least - for such an outing, in the form of richly dark grey synth-fiber pants well-matched by a stiffly starched high collared dress shirt of the brightest white. A simple vest of a color matching his pants is accented by Endesea's house colors, a bright sea-green and teal. Over this is worn a fern green jacket, unbuttoned, capable of withstanding any chill to the winds that flow down from the mountains.

He slows near one particular stall, hazel gaze captured by whatever it is being murdered by oil by a woman sporting coppery red hair. "What is this?" he asks, fully stopping, and near enough to Yari that she may hear.

--Ariel--

Lady Ariel Teral is dressed in the colors of her household, light lavender and dark purple fabrics that have been tailored into a high necked gown that fits her form perfectly. There is a black length of fabric that is pinned over her shoulder and resembles a cape. Apparently capes were going to be incorporated in her clothes now! Her fiery red hair is swept back and pinned into a low bun at the back of her head.

She gives a smile to those that she passes as her grandmother tries to introduce her to everyone that she's not met before. Her green eyes try to match names to faces as she gives soft greetings with their guards in tow.

--Dyna--

Dyna was dressed in her usual business attire, which didn't look terribly out of place in a formal gathering anyway. For once, though, her datapad was nowhere to be seen. She had one hand in the pocket of her blazer, the other resting at her side as she looked around. "Something like this specifically? Not often. There's quite the mix of things on display here," she muses in response to Noemie as she gives another glance around, narrowing her eyes slightly. "Mm... let me know if you spot any drinks being served."

--Ulani--

Ulani takes the flute that appears with a flourish, offering a appreciative nod to Bors and then again to Kuhlai who lingers ever-present just beyond the Lord. "More surprises indeed? I dare say I am already looking forward to the royal ball. I've heard rumours whispered about the Thul halls regarding the ball, as well." Ulani allows her imagination to wonder about announcements on the horizon while her eyes scan the crowd after a sip of champange.

"Where /is/ that sister of mine? I told her to at least make an appearance up here since it is by Princess Aryn's courtesy that she and I are now citizens." Somewhere in the throng of Alderaanians is a young fifteen-year-old Kuati girl giving Kima more grey hairs. "Oh! Is that Yari, over there?"

She points -- rude -- towards the booth down near the base of the hill. The one with the bubbling cauldron and the fur-wearing folk. Difficult to miss.

--Bors--

"Don't point, dear." a glass now in his hand and lifted to take a sip while their path leads to bubbling cauldron and fur clad people among them. "Lift your chin." the eye not holding his monocle tipping in a wink and he drifts towards that section of the celebration - Kuhlai rushing ahead, to offer Sorin libation as well with a tip of his fez and a quiet hold of posture until it is taken or he is dismissed. Or he's takenly dismissed.

Hopefully he isn't taken.

Bors is very attached to his valet. And he's developed a set of skills over the course of his career. Skills that make him a nightmare to people who would dare abduct Kuhlai. So they can either release Kuhlai. But if they don't, he will find them... and he will stun them.

Because Bors has only been a murderer once. It's a long story. But it was still both very gallant and savage in one. A delightful contrast. By the gods, internal monologue, shut your blasted jabber.

No! We're talking about Bors!

--Noemie--

"Drinks.. drinks.." Noemie's hazel eyes sweep across the gazeebos while her pink-glossed lips press together. "Oh! There's a person with a tray," she says, pointing with her stylus at a server in an adjacent pavillion. Smiling the Dyna, the Naboo leads her friend toward the server in question, a taller gentleman holding a tray of wines and champagnes. "Hmmm. I'm really not much of a drinker," she admits. "Which one are you getting? I'll get one of whatever you pick."

The seamstress' eyes narrow as a woman in a silver gown catches her gaze from across the pavillion, the Naboo's attention fixed both on the gown and the shoes the other woman wears, and that tablet finds itself propped up in her right hand as the girl makes a quick sketch of a silver paired of heeled, open toe pumps. She smiles softly, scribbling a note on the bottom of it to refresh her memory later when she returns to the sketch to refine it some. Her head cants curiously as she watches Dyna select a drink for the two of them.

--Yari--

The batter spitter-spats for a meager thirty seconds before Yari's investigating its edges with a metal scraper. Whatever she sees must be satisfactory, because a scraping STAB of that scraper and roll of her wrist flips the thing over before its goopy side has time to submit to gravity. One of the women stands nearby on her left, pounding the life out of some purple root mushed with eggs. It's a messy affair - which is probably why Yari's got her sleeves tied up, as well as her hair. Even if stylish, it's function over form.

"Kajaka cake," Yari grunt, sparing the inquirer a fleeting glance. And then a second. It's the clothes, see. There's calculations at work behind those bicolored eyes, sizing him up. Her hands continue their work blindly, flipping the pan cake again, this time onto a disposable plate, atop a stack of others. "Kajaka root mash with egg..I put Chando pepper honey on, if you want." She's assuming he 'want'.

--Dyna--

Dyna follows Noemie's directions to find that wine server, following her lead over to him. She picks out a small glass of Alderaanian wine from the tray. "The wine, of course," she suggests to the seamstress before stepping back and taking a small sip from her drink. She watches Noemie curiously for a moment as she sees the girl glancing toward another woman in a silver gown and sketching something down on her tablet. "Getting some ideas, are you?" she asks, letting out a light chuckle.

--Sorin--

Kuhlai's arrival splits Sorin's attention, Bors' valet recognized and greeted with a smile and a dip of the head in appreciation of the offered libation. A testing sip is all that is necessary for the Lordling of Endesea to follow it up with a stronger pull. "Very good, thank you Master Kuhlai." He is a man to remember names, a necessary skill within their circles. A glance about it taken, "Your presence suggests Lord Bors and the Lady Ulani are nearby?" He doesn't quite see them yet. Nor does he, as of yet, abduct Kuhlai. Yet. A good valet is nothing to ignore.

Yari's response brings his attention back around. "It smells wonderful," comes his reply, and the pounding of that purple root (little flecks of egg escaping every few smacks, to fly through the air) has him dipping a hand into a pocket. Cred chits, there are a handful and a couple are withdrawn. "Looks very authentic. I'll take..." He looks again to Kuhlai. There are bound to be more nearby if he stands here. "Let's say, four. With that chando pepper honey." He smiles, "It is good to see your people here, sharing your treasures."

--Ulani--

Ulani's pointing finger quickly retracts and there's a flicker of worried blue eyes bouncing from face to face to face. No... no Lady Thul in the area. She didn't see that. "Of course, of course." As the pair make their way towards the booth, Ulani does a more thorough glance around her. "Have you seen the Princess? I imagine she's quite busy, but I was hoping to catch her here. I saw her at the races on Corellia -- Oh!"

The red-headed woman almost - ALMOST -- points again but she quickly corrects herself, grabbing Bors gently by the silken sleeve of his robe and tilting her chin over toward Noemie and Dyna. "Those are the proprietors of the Artisan's Guild I had told you about. They're some of the most fashionable people I've ever met and Miss Noemie is opejing a clothier in Theed."

She doesn't quite get to approach them yet because they've reached the booth and Ulani is all grins. "Lord Sorin and Miss Yari! Well, this is truly a celebration, is it not?" Kuhlai is ever a harbinger of Thul.

--Ariel--

Lady Pelia gives a pat to Ariel's hand as she parts ways with her, heading off with a few more of the older nobles to scheme on things. Ariel lovingly called it scheming and her grandmother did not really correct her! She finds a spot by a shade tree to watch over things quietly and thoughtfully as festivities continue to go on their planned pathes. She looks after her grandmother for a moment and then goes to find herself a drink.

--Bors--

"Oh undoubtedly, Lord Endesea." the red vested valet bows again and tips his fez as well in needless show of courtesy to match his overwide, yet not out of place smile for the other. Jerking his head towards the oncoming approach of Lord Thul and Lady Kalgaav without a word as he steps back, out of sight and out of the way.

Ulani's chin motion gets an approving nod and he's started singing one of his shantys of barracks tunes - though this one seems new.

"We were baptized by fire in the Siege of House Teral. And we fought our sisters and brothers in the wind, the snow, and sun. And when our time was over I heard the Princess say, "Keep fighting for the Crown for just another day" So we joined the Scion of Syrush, Ser Lars his name, And we marched once more toward battle as the 20th of Alderaan" the A lengthened as the lord swaggers, stopping to offer a bow of his head and a small bow to those that Ula has brought them too.

--Aryn--

The First Sword, Ser Lars Syrush, stood at the dueling grounds where the younger generations enthusiastically swung their wooden swords about, dueling their 'foes' (friends) in jest. Lars is laughing heartily at the display, standing full height and in armor, the Knight looked splendid and complete with a fashionable cape of blue and white. "The rite of dueling has been a tradition for countless generations. The mark of a scar earned in such is to denote a person worthy of respect. Alderaanians cherish their scars because it marks a person willing to risk self for a cause they feel passionate about!" Lars tells the youth. "You there, boy..what is it you duel for this day?"

The youth in question does not stop swinging his sword at his opponent. "HE.. BORROWED.. MY TOYS..AND HAS NOT..GIVEN.. THEM.. BACK!"

"HA! A worthy cause then. Justice is on your side. Swing away, dear Meral, swing until the Mother and Father have bestowed their judgement. Hahahaha!"

Standing far from the duels and looking out upon the field is a melancholic blonde wearing the colors of House Cortess. It is the same Savannah that the Vice Royal Dragoons, and the citizens of Bastion held off an assault against mechanized infantry and tanks. Aryn looks upon the healing ground and experiences brief moments from that rainy, awful, bloody night.

--Yari--

A *snork* and muttering of 'treasures...' from the man wearing a silvery pelt over his shoulders, manning the ale, is echoed by an amused note from the woman on the floor. Maybe she was just laughing at the baby, instead.

Yari cuts a /look/ to the ale man, one that warns of thin ice, then smooths her expression back over into a mask of unemotive neutrality. And then, a smile, because one should never serve without! "Four," she echoes, left hand flashing that same number, and eyes finally stare directly ahead into his, for confirmation. Already, she's leaning aside to pull a little foldable carton out from bin under table to box the order up. "You want stew, also? Is three cred-"

"Seven," counters the woman on her left, without looking up from her task. A very fleeting, sly look via beady brown eyes marks Sorin as a fellow who can afford it. Therefore...

"Seven." Yari mumbles softly, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes. But only just. "It's runyip." Like that's the selling point. And then hark! Familiar faces are gathering 'round. Ulani and Bors are gifted a shared smile, one that speaks to a bit more familiarity than the meager, polite thing offered to Sorin. She nods, agreeing with Ulani's assessment, while hands add four kajaka cakes to the carton, then go in search of that honey jar. It's a fiery orange color, beset with seeds and bits.

--Noemie--

Even in her four-inch wedges, Noemie's friend is still a few inches taller than her, so she has to look up a bit when she smiles fondly to the Hapan at her side. "Mhmm! I don't want to copy them, that's no fun, and illegal if I decide to sell them, but it inspired me to come up with something. I'll refine it on the flight back," she promises, saving her work and putting the datatablet back in to sleep mode and tucking it beneath her arm. The stylus goes back into the tablet as well, while she holds the glass of wine Dyna had selected. Having a small sip from it, her eyes catch sight of Ulani. "Hey, there's ms. Ulani!" She points with a finger extended beyond her wine glass. "I think she's talking to someone. We should go say something."

Leading her friend once again, the short Naboo steps out from one pavillion and toward another, sipping daintily as she drinks from her glass every few moments. "I'm glad she came," she comments to Dyna as they approach closer to Ulani. "I don't really know Alderaanian culture that well but I'm interested in learning about it. I know the government structure is more like what you have where you're from, than it is on Naboo. We have houses and such but it's not as.. intense," she comments idly. Ulani's only a few steps away now.

--Ulani--

Resisting the urge to give Yari the big hug that is in her heart, Ulani nevertheless parts from Bors for a moment to address the woman directly, her nearly-empty flute of champagne back to Kuhlai. "Yari is one of the best cooks I know. I dare say she rivals those of the Thul household." This is said with fondness towards Sorin, accented even more fondly when credits are set down on the table and slid over to the fell red-head. "I should send Nestra your way, Yari. She's learned to cook the fancy and the decadent, but I think she could stand to learn some..." She glances to the bubbleing pot and other assortments. "Soul food." The kind that attaches itself to the ribs.

Lars' voice over by the dueling grounds tugs at her ears, but it's the chubby toddler on the ground that wins the day. "Oooooh! There's the little heartbreaker!" Again, she resists the urge to give the hug that is in her heart. Afterall, the robes she is wearing are borrowed and no amount of work at her shop in Chandrila could pay for them in a reasonable amount of time.

She /is/ about to kneel down to give him kisses all over his head but the approach of the Artisan Guild representatives has her applying a near feat: networking. "Miss Noemie! Miss Dyna! Come, come! Wonderful to see you. Lord Bors, these are my new associates." Then a gesture to the two women that goes from them to Bors, Sorin, and Yari in turn. "My I introduce Lord Bors Thul, Lord Sorin Endenea, and Miss Yari.... er... Yari." Her gesture goes towards the fur-wearing cook. "Miss Yari is a /fantastic/ chef. She would do well in the Guild, I would wager!"

And while introductions are underway, Ulani looks around again. But doesn't seem to see who she is looking for. Rats.

--Sorin--

Those pepper-honey drizzled cakes are accepted, though Sorin shakes his head at offer of accompanying stew. "These should suffice for the time being," he says, haze gaze lingering upon that cauldron he suspects it simmers within. "It is a temptation, however." A handful of credits are held forth, payment - at least he presumes as much, there is always a possibility the price has risen since he first stepped under the awning of their tent.

Ulani and Bors arrival draws a friendly smile. "It certainly is," comes his response to Ulani's observation, as this soire had become something bigger than planned, and more widely encompassing of all of Bastion. Hazel gaze shifting to the Lord at her side, Sorin's smile persists as one of the fried cakes is withdrawn, the remaining three offered within its little box. "A gift of sharing, from Endesea to Thul, by way of..." He looks about for signage, anything indicating these four behind the counter are from where he suspects they may be from. Not seeing any he fills in with an easy, "By way of /real food./" Because really, you mash the roots yourself, thumping away until you have bits of splattered egg in your hair, you are making real food, right?

Noemia and Dyna's travels have brought them but paces away, and as Ulani greets the pair Sorin follows suit with a dip of his head in unspoken greeting. That sidelong glance also allows a glimpse of Ariel, newly freed and wandering in their direction. A hand is raised in hello, though she may or may not notice as of yet. Aryn, presumably a bit more distant, and seeking private solace in rememberance, is not yet seen at all.

--Dyna--

"I was going to suggest that you put your work aside for a gathering like this, but I suppose it's the perfect place for you to get new ideas, isn't it?" Dyna muses while swirling around her wine glass a bit in her hand. She gives a small nod in agreement as Noemie spots Ulani nearby, following the Naboo woman over to her. She offers a smile as they approach and bows her head toward Ulani in greeting. "A pleasure to see you again, Miss Ulani, and congratulations on your acceptance as an Alderaanian citizen. Alderaan has been treating you well I take it?" She then turns to the others as Ulani introduces them as well. "Lord Bors, Lord Sorin, Miss Yari, a pleasure to meet you all. I'm Dyna Selenis, from the recently formed Artisans Guild."

--Bors--

Sweeping into a bow with his champagne flute held out and away from his body to the side, Bors offers a smile that may as well have a lens flare off of his teeth upon rising to full height once again,

"Lo I see them there the ones whom have been the dominant of conversation of late. It is my pleasure to make your acquaintances, m'ladies? Sup perhaps on the coin of Thul if your middles yearn for vittles, ere?" Kuhali setting a fair sized leather fold with credits on the counter before Yari.

Bors does not touch the money, a pointed note.

Gross.

"I might have been keen to perhaps join dear Ula's endeavors with your guild, but my trade skills lack in place of talents that are of a far less pleasant nature, I am woe begotten to admit." Namely making things explode and swashing buckles across foreign estates with a space damned sword against blasters. How romantic. But then he is pointing then to Sorin with his chin, "Dear Lord Sorin I am sure is far more for you to be keen after. After all - look at him. He's still hale and young and able to learn more than a few tricks than this old space dog." Kuhlai then leaning up to murmur in his ear, drawing a turn of Bors's head.

"Hark! Her Majesty..." a wistful admiration in the Lord's voice for the sight of the princess.

--Noemie--

Noemie Lenoir smiles in turn to each Alderaanian as they're introduced to her and a black brow rises with interest at the mention of Yari's guild potential. "Oh?" She asks the red head. "We don't have a culinary artisan yet. We'd be happy to discuss it if you're interested!" For her part, the Naboo drops in to a well-practiced curtsey to greet the others. "Noemie Lenoir, seamstress and co-leader of the Artisans Guild. Great to meet all of you. I really like this gathering! The outfits and the venue itself - and the occassion! Congratulations, Ms. Ulani!" A warm smile plays across pink-glossed lips aimed at Ulani Kalgaav, citizen of Alderaan. "Did you have to take a test?" She asks, genuinely curious.

--Yari--

WHOOP - close call. The fuzzy fringe of Yari's cloak gets within grazing distance of the griddle when she pops up from her lean. The quick whiff of singed hair is blessedly overwhelmed by more delicious aromas! Before applying the honey though, she shrugs off the dead weight, revealing the wide-scooped gown of /altered/ Chandrilan finery. There's a very obvious, Kijimi twist to it that bares her forearms and holds utensils to her waist, but at least it's 'pretty'. The fur is tossed to the woman on the ground, burying half the tot there in the process. Izek shrieks and laughs out a "MAMA!" The boy's got his mother's hair, but his skin hath not the pale complexion. More olive. He's a porker, that child. Definitely packed on some insulation for winter, which makes those cheeks just that much more irresistible!

The boy's mother resists, as she's got plenty on her plate, at the moment. The promised honey gets drizzled excessively over Sorin's cakes, while her eyes flit glances between Ulani's mouth and all those faces she appears to be introducing. Yari...is bad with names. At least, in the spoken capacity. They engrave in her brain in written form best, and will likely continue to do for some years yet. Yari passes the cakes off in exchange for the man's credits, stashes them into a pouch on her gown's belt. As usual, Bors' cadence of speech is more than her ears can keep up with, but she makes an effort to listen in, nonetheless.

"You know where to find me, if you change your mind." About the stew. Surely. Ahem.

Rather than dole out cursties to them all, Yari takes a retreating half step back and pours more batter onto the griddle. Noemie's flashed a hesitant smile. "I...run kitchen for the Relentless." There's a pause, as she pokes at the batter. "Warship. Is big crew now, so...I have staff. Not always needed." It's hard, living a life of divided loyalties! "But I thank you, I will...consider." And then a look sneaks back to Ulani, curious to hear her answer.

--Aryn--

Aryn turns from the view and steps closer to the crowd. Hands abandoning the idle fidgeting, she tucks them to her back beneath her cape, and walks casually. Her first stop is toward Ser Lars, the First Sword, who is still managing the dueling area for the youth, who swing wooden swords vigorously at one another. "The effort is wasted if you hit nothing at all, lads. SWING /and/ HIT! Hahaha!" Lars is enjoying himself, and several of the parents seem a bit concerned their young ones are getting after one another with the wooden swords. One child runs by screaming, and another screams giving chase, a sword high above their head. Lars stands in the middle of it, laughing.

"Such inspiration, Ser Lars!" Aryn calls out. "With any luck, there should be new scars to show off at court. Such intrigue." Aryn laughs, taking a spot at one of the safety fences to watch the youth. Again, Aryn experiences brief flashes of the night they spent in the savannah fighting Delayan infantry. Aryn's gaze glances toward a small pit of mud where one of the kids have slipped and complain about the footing. The thought of all the mud takes Aryn back, too!

--Ulani--

"Lord Bors surely jests. He is a fine craftsman and painter. I've seen it. Though I suppose his duties do not allow him to venture beyond the hobby, he'd still be a fine addition if he were so inclined." Ulani grins playfully to the older man, hooking her arm with his. It's the best way to keep her from picking up Teh_Baybee.

Noemie's question is a legitimate one and it gives Ulani pause.. and a momentary look of panic. "No I...." Did she miss a test?! Oh, gods! It's like that reoccurring nightmare where you realize the last week of finals that you had a class you never showed up for! Wait... wait... "No test, per se. My sister and I---" A frown and a look at the crowd "--wherever she is hiding, have been serving Alderaan in a few capacities. They've treated us incredibly kindly, indeed. In fact, it was on this very field where I..."

Her voice trails off, remembering. The words get swallowed down and she picks up further in the explanations. "Her Majesty bestowed us with citizenship much to our surprise and delight. There is much to be joyous about."

Speaking of, Lars is having himself a TIME over there and... "Oh! Indeed, that is Her Majesty." She nudges Bors down a bit to speak softly in his ear.

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Lady Nora Frayus has been present in the little gathering in all the ways that do not matter and absent in all the ways that do. She has been bogarded and cornered by her father. Corwin Frayus is a tall, imposing man with dark, sideswept hair, a severe brow, and a rather dapper moustache. "We have talked about this, Daughter. You are -needed- on Delaya. You cannot be... traipsing about the galaxy with Her Highness," he hisses. The two far enough away that this small, familial confrontation is likely out of earshot to most, though Nora's annoyed expression and body language say more than words ever could.

She's wearing an elegant sort of dress. A white, off-the-shoulder thing that's been tailored to her little waist and wide hips. Pink flowers pattern the billowing thing that becomes semi-sheer when the light hits it just right. The silhouette of her slender body, absent of any detail, shining through like a shadow.

She has her sword drawn, its tip resting gently against the floor as she twirls it absently between her fingertips. It's an ornate thing, like that dress. Delicate and dainty handguards that seem more decorative than functional, but the craftsmanship is certainly superb.

"Yes, father. I am well aware of your opinion on the matters," she says flatly.

"It is not a matter of opinion, Nora. It is your responsibility to your House. To Alderaan," he says.

"Are we quite finished?" she asks.

--Sorin--

A chuckle escapes at Bors' selling of Sorin's yet-retained (for a short while at least) ability to learn a new trick or three. "A pleasure, Miss Lenoir. Should I develop a suitable talent you shall be the first to know."

The first bite of that cake is taken and it prompts an appreciative little noise. A sidelong glance is sent Yari's way, appreciative and easily telegraphing his approval. "Quite worth it, even were it seven credits," he says, that smile taking on a hint of a quirk.

"If I may be pardoned for a moment," he adds for the benefit of those nearest him, and walks the short distance separating them from Ariel. "Lady Ariel. You've managed to escape your entourage yet again," he smiles. "I hope you have been well?"

--Ariel--

Ariel finds water about the time she catches the wave from Ulani and she returns it with a smile to the woman, "Miss Ulani, lords and ladies." she offers with a dip of her head to those that are in the group. "Apologies if I do not stay and speak with you all for long. I hope that everyone is doing well." she states. Then one of her helpes is whispering something in her ear, "I've been informed that my grandmother wishes for me to meet a few new faces." she looks to the people around her grandmother and sighs before she looks back to much more familiar faces.

"I think I know what she's up to though." she muses.

"Ser Sorin, Herol is just packing some things before we travel, so he is absent, yes." she chuckles. "How have you been?" she asks him.

--Dyna--

"I'm a bit surprised to hear that, Lord Bors. You strike me as a man of culture, but I suppose that says nothing as far as what businesses we involve ourselves with go," Dyna notes with a light chuckle before glancing between Noemie and Yari, listening quietly to their exchange for a moment before giving a nod in understanding to Yari. "I imagine being a cook for the entire crew of a warship is quite the daunting task, you must be quite talented as a cook indeed," she says, offering a polite smile to the cook before turning back to Ulani. "Bestowed citizenship by the Princess herself? That's quite the accomplishment! Congratulations again to you and your sister."

--Bors--

"Sadly no, M'lady Selenis. I am naught but a sword in the hand of Alderaan and the Republic."

A lift of his hand to give Ula a gentle tweak on her cheek when she falters then whispers in his ear. Bowing his head slightly - one hand out with a refreshed champagne flute in it without Kuhlai being even quite visible doing it. He'd be a terrifying insurgent, if only because everyone would be drunk.

"Quite right, darling." smiling to Ulani before he adjusts his monocle, glass up, "Harken and be met by my words for I make two announcements ere. One forwarded by my sister dearest, Uypiia; Countess Thul - charged to me and noted for benefit of our world and hopefully with the good grace of House Cortess put upon it."

Turning a slow circle, dabbing a bit of gravy from his lips with a kerchief - the bit from the plate he pecked from mystically missing. When did he do it?? How did he do it?!

What foul Food Sorcery is this! Only the black and silver clad form of his dearest sister might know - if only for her long time association with her younger brother. Short hair flowing forward, feathery and shading kohl lined eyes as she curtseys -ever- so slightly.

"Henceforth I issue this somewhat lesser?" a look shared between brother and sister that earns the pilot a grin and a nod, "LESSER news! The Royal Starfighter Corps of Alderaan is renewed and works are being put in place for the formation of New Alderaan's first flight of its formation; not merely house forces unified. But an Alderaanian force for our-"

"Mother save us get on with it, brother!" Uypiia's surprisingly low voice calls out in mock chiding,

"Right. Yes." a sniff and a huff. Then a huff and a sniff. Then a SNIFFING HUFF that gets Bors another faux glare, "Aldera Squadron shall rise soon to New Alderaan's Aegis." smiling wide and then looking back to Ulani with a wink - eyes to the crowd and very clearly giving dramatic pause before he continues onto the apparently -important- news.

--Noemie--

Noemie develops a slow grin upon her lips, which she flashes to Dyna when her friend is addressed as Lady Selenis. "Mmm, cooking for a whole crew is probably a lot of work, but I imagine cooking for friends is more enjoyable! Less about quantity and more about substance, if I had to guess?" A thought strikes her while a curious expression forms in her eyes. She muses, "I love coming up with new outfits and putting new styles together. If I had to dress an entire crew of a cruiser.. hmm.." Her free hand rubs at her chin in thought. "I would do it, but I think I'd long to go back to the boutique and work on variety."

She has another small sip from her wine glass a little and adjusts her posture. It's easy to stand on grass in wedges. The grass is probably why she selected that style of shoe. "This is my first time in the Alderaan system. This place is gorgeous! I really need to go to Zadaria too, some time." A flicker of her hazels in Dyna's direction again.

--Yari--

The edge of Yari's mouth crooks up in turn, just a ghost of a knowing smile, and she fields a little 'duh' glance Sorin's way under haughtily arched brow. The older woman on her left grunts and rolls her eyes.

"Autochefs do most of work, there," Yari says aside to Dyna and Meomie. "I hate them." More kajaka cakes are flipped and set aside, keeping a steady supply going to fill the next orders. "Maybe I show Nestra thing or two at ball?" Yari backtracks on a convo bit, fielding a little glance at Ulani. She's been listening, she swears!

• more cakes flipped*

The mention of 'her majesty' doesn't go unnoticed though, and Yari puts her head idly on the swivel until a familiar blonde head of hair - with a face - is spotted. Immediately, a break is taken from her post and she wipes hands on the front of her skirts - oops, habit - and then touches hand to shoulder of the man guarding the hooch. Words are passed softly between, mostly via hands on Yari's part, then she goes about filling up a carton with one slice of ale bread...and a heaping DUMP of stew. The ale man, meanwhile, has taken over Yari's post, staring at the all the fine Alderaanian folk with a dull expression.

Moments later, Yari's made a jail break and is ferrying a steaming tub of deliciousness, cradeled in both hands, to the Princess of Alderaan. Dodging kids as she goes.

In Izek's world, this simply won't do. The boy is up and he is OFF! Five credits goes to the fastest set of hands that can catch the kid!

--Ulani--

Somewhere along the way, a freshened glass of champagne ended up in her hand. Ulani looks around for that fez-wearing, pudgy ninja but finds only fried cakes. "Thank you both very, very much. We do feel like we've come home; as if being born on Kuat was a mistake finally corrected, yes?" A sip of her bubbly and a grateful smile to Bors' gesture that puts her at ease before he raises his voice to make announcements.

The first does, indeed, catch her by surprise. "Oh! That /is/ surprising news. And joyous, Lord Bors. I--" Whoop! There's a toddler making a break for it and Ulani is the nearest to do something about it. Instincts kick into full gear and Ulani's flute is on the stall counter and two arms wrap around the potato sack that is a two-year-old on chubby legs. "Gotcha! Why not stay---oooh, my goodness. You've gotten a lot... bigger since I last saw you..."

Okay, so Ulani isn't exactly picking the boy up but she does manage to keep him from bolting after his mother. /And/ she doesn't get smacked in the face. Bonus!

--Aryn--

With so many people about the savannah, it's hard to make out who is who, especially for Aryn who was at a height disadvantage. When she left the dueling pits where Ser Lars is still pushing the youth to swing swords, it becomes the source of laughter when the children turned their ire on Lars. The First Sword begins to duel them with a pair of wooden swords, laughing as each charge is redirected gracefully, sending kids charging in new directions instead of into him. The CLACK CLACK of wooden swords is loud, and none at present have managed to bring the Knight down despite a damnably admirable effort.

Aryn spots her friend Nora from afar, but the view becomes obscured by the shifting bodies and she doesn't see the Lady receiving a long speech from her Lord father. Alas, that Aryn could not arrive to set aside his concerns because she, too, was intercepted by a lovely surprise.

"Yari? What a wonderful surprise!" Aryn unclasps her hands and offers one to help with Yari's load; it seemed a lot to manage with just two hands. "Have you need of help, my friend?"

The good tidings of House Thul, and the announcement of the Royal Starfighter Corps was well received it sounded like. Several people were clapping and cheering. Even Aryn offered a supportive, "Woooo!"

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From an outsider's perspective, Nora and her father Corwin will appear to be having a casual conversation. Little about their body language gives hints to their spat, save for the bored way that Nora twirls her sword idly between here fingertips. That sharp tip cuts into the clay of the savannah, burrowing a small hole that gets wider and wider with each rotation of it about its axix.

"We will be done when I say that we are done," comes Lord Corwin's reply. Nora laughs softly in response.

"And what will you do should I walk away? Will you lift a finger?" Nora asks. Her head tips to the side and, for a moment, Corwin Frayus is lost for words. Far more concerned about the optics of the situation, he laughs and he smiles despite the venom behind his eyes and upon his tongue.

"Mmmmh, quite," Nora says. "It would look quite untoward to lay a hand on your daughter. Here, of all places, for shame. And besides," she says. Those barbed words aren't finished. The sword that twirls atop the clay stops its motion as she grasps it tightly, applying a downward pressure that sees it -sink- into the mud. "We both know that you are entirely too slow. Old man," she says.

"Do enjoy the festivities. I am told we have hired a chef that is positively divine," Nora says, with a bow of her head and a delicate little curtsy. That sword is hefted from the clay and stuffed back into the sheath, leather and sturdy, that clashes so odd with that dainty little dress. Bare feet carry her across the grasslands and towards Lord Bors, Ulani, and his sister.

"Lord Thul, if I do recall correctly, last we met you promised me a day with your sister. She was to braid my hair and we were to -gossip-. Pray tell, -why- have we not made this happen? I should look so radiant as her," Nora says, lips forming into an insincere pout.

--Dyna--

"I don't imagine a warship keeps a fashion designer on hand, dear," Dyna says to Noemie with a light chuckle. "Probably either military uniforms, flight suits, or casual wear when not on duty." She raises an eyebrow when the Naboo woman suggests going to Zadaria. "And why would that be? Zadaria's hardly a notable world itself save for its exports. I doubt you'd find much of interest there. If you're going to venture into the cluster at all you may as well go to Hapes." She lifts her glass to her lips and takes a small sip from it as Lord Bors announcement sinks in. "So Alderaan will be putting together a fighter squadron? That sounds fascinating. Making use of Republic fighters I assume or does Alderaan have its own models in the works?"

--Ulani--

Helping get the wayward tot situated with one of the other fur-wearing people of the stall, Ulani ducks what might be a swing of a chubby arm and laughs merrily. "You're definitely a fighter! My goodness, yes you are." Okay, but enough doting on the child. For nooooow. The woman rises to her feet, takes her flute, and moves back over to join Bors in the revelry.

"I am thrilled to hear this announcement and, of course, I hope to be able to fly among them. It would be an honour, to say the least." The arm is hooked around his one more time and the bubbly sipped as those within ear shot cheer and the news spreads like a tidal wave through the gathered masses.

--Bors--

"My Lady, Frayus, while I do so -enjoy- my brother offering up my time at his whims, I do say I would find your presence at the Thul Estate a delight - your hair is gorgeous. You must do my nails." Uypiia is beside Nora now, hands folded behind her back, looking imperious, cool, and endeared at the same time. Somehow one of Nora's arms are looped in one of Countess Thul's silk draped ones and she is looking on the other's hair with a serious expression of appraisal.

"The Nexu-Quill comb to start." a deciding nod from the woman and her expression warms in a fashion that might make one wonder if her and Bors ability to beam like suns is genetic or trained by the culture of a family known for its aggressive ambition through - with guile and charm as much as the hidden blaster.

She looks back to Bors though with a 'go on, get on with it.' gesture of her free hand.

The Lord Thul's head descends respectfully to his older sister before he is besides Ulani with his arm about her evading being linked for now and opting for holding the red haired woman as though to place her within a spotlight.

"The more important news, I dare say, carried from lip to ear on the ether of tidings most grand. For hands are held and hearts melded in that Lady Ulani, late of the Kuati house of Kalgaav and myself, the tatty and rough Bors of House Thul - Childe of Vix and Bayii are now betrothed and while date of nuptials are yet cast in haze - before too long she shall be Ulani of The Ancient and Noble House of Thul." the pilot absolutely beaming while giving Ulani just a -little- shake.

--Sorin--

"Most heartfelt congratulations to you on behalf of House Endesea, Miss Ulani. And a fine addition to the shield that preserves this world, Lord Bors. It seems with every day, and every Alderaanian still managing to be reunited with our people, the realm strengthens. In some few years perhaps we will even eclipse the strength of the Alderaan of old." The Lordling Knight, a Lord in truth though preferring the honors of his calling, looks down for a moment.

But only a moment, as Yari dashes past, carrying her gift before her. His bright hazel attention tracks the copper-haired woman's escape, allowing him to notice the Princess's arrival. Near arrival, as she has yet to truly join. He looks to Ariel, and answers her question. "Well, and thank you. Endesea grows, ever slowly, but ever in the proper direction. The weather improves. And we have this." A hand gestures to all that surrounds them. He smiles. "You travel shortly? I hope all goes well, and you enjoy a little time away."

His attention is caught for a moment by the tents atop the nearby hill, and Sorin looks to those still collected. "I should ensure staff at the tents has all they need. We are presenting a dish of Endesea, a favored recipe for generations. Please visit before the night is complete." With that he is moving off towards those tents, though as he passes by Aryn he stops in proffer of a deep bow. "My Princess, so good to see you out and well." A smile is shared, and then he is gone.

--Yari--

Yari shakes her head, pushing the stew-piled carton at Aryn's hands. "It is for you," she explains, with enunciation that is likely improved since last they met! "Better to bring to you here, than walk all the way up the hill." A little side nod to said hill comes with a /hint/ of jesting twinkle in her eye. "Braised runyip, with root vegetable, greens, over ale bread. Stew." A fine a food as any to warm bellies on a chilly day like today!

Izek's adventure, meanwhile, is over before it begins, really. He squawks a loud note of protest, then heaves a supremely exaggerated growl/roar of frusteration. Words are too much effort, when sentiments can be conveyed thusly! Ulani is not struck in the face, no, but he is a /mite/ wiggly. His face buries against her arm and huffs huffy, snorty breaths out his nose like a proper beast. Fortunately, that's about the time his babysitter catches on to his absence and apologetically extracts him from Ulani's arms. Freedom!! For Ulani. Not so much Izek. Those in the vittles stall press their lips into uninformed, neutral lines, but clap obligatory palms together/against tabletop nevertheless. A starfighting corps!

A betrothal!

Yari's already heading back to the tent by the time that announcement's made, so she's within better-for-her earshot. A brighter, more genuine smile crinkles in her eyes' corners and she slips around them, back into the stall. "This is happy news."

--Ariel--

Ariel gives a smile and applause when there is the announcement of Ulani and Bors engagement, this was not unexpected, but she was happy for them. She looks over to her grandmother who is speaking to a group of lords and she is motioning towards her as she says something. "I think I am going to depart for the time being. Congratulations to Lady Ulani and Lord Bors." she dips her head to that before she's turning to head to that.

A smile is given to Sorin, "Yes, I won't be on New Alderaan that much going forward, but we'll stay in touch I am guessing." she tells the Endesea lord as she departs.

--Sorin--

(Correction because apparently I can't read) Sorin shares a wide-eyed look between Ulani and Bors. "Most heartfelt congratulations to your recently bestowed citizenship, Miss Ulani, but that pales in comparison to this news. A fine match, and I greatly look forward to representing Endesea when the time comes." A smile, wide and warm, accompanies the words. But he continues, "And a fine addition to the shield that preserves this world, Lord Bors. It seems with every day, and every Alderaanian still managing to be reunited with our people, the realm strengthens. In some few years perhaps we will even eclipse the strength of the Alderaan of old." The Lordling Knight, a Lord in truth though preferring the honors of his calling, looks down for a moment.

But only a moment, as Yari dashes past, carrying her gift before her. His bright hazel attention tracks the copper-haired woman's escape, allowing him to notice the Princess's arrival. Near arrival, as she has yet to truly join. He looks to Ariel, and answers her question. "Well, and thank you. Endesea grows, ever slowly, but ever in the proper direction. The weather improves. And we have this." A hand gestures to all that surrounds them. He smiles. "You travel shortly? I hope all goes well, and you enjoy a little time away."

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Nora happily lets her arm loop with Uypiia's, feeling the shift of silk lightly drift against the bare skin of her arm. It certainly helps that she's complimenting Lady Frayus' hair. Nora is a vain little creature, and any compliment that strokes that vanity is one given to great effect. "Ahh, Lady Thuul, you are too kind. It is entirely the bottle of dye that makes it so. I can never style it in ways quite as elegant as you. Nothing but lazy buns and braided ponytails, I am afraid, mmmmh," she says. The other woman is primping and preening at her hair and, well. It's nice when people play with your hair!

"I would be happy to do your nails. We can talk about dreadful things like -men- and -politics-," she says, and laughs again.

Nora catches a few words floating about in the air around her and purses her lips. Engagement. Bors. Ulani.

Those lips pull into a frown and she turns to look pleadingly towards Lady Thuul beside her.

"Oh, farkle. Did I miss an announcement?" she asks, even though she already knows the answer.

"And a warm congratulations to Lord Thul and his gorgeous Bride to Be! House Frayus, or at the very least their eldest daughter, wishes you a lifetime of happy days and sleepless nights!"

Nora laughs, and then looks apologetically over Uypiia. "Apologies. A traditional toast, not typically given immediately beside siblings of the betrothed," she says.

--Ulani--

Ulani's cheeks brighten enough to mask the freckles that strip across the bridge of her nose. Pulled into Bors, her arm now hugs his and she allows herself to rest her head against his shoulder. "Thank you," she says to each of the well-wishers in turn. "I... words cannot express the joy that fills my heart to be with my dearest love and dearest friends upon this wonderful planet and its people. A special thank you to Lady Uypiia for approving our engagement. I will continue to endeavour to represent the house Thul with duty and grace." She's gotten really good at etiquette.

"Miss Yari, you simply must be the caterer. I will ask the staff if they will allow you into their kitchen and Nestra can surely--- There you are!"

A mahogany-haired young woman breaks through the crowd and runs up with big, wide arms to hug both Ulani and Bors a the same time. "I knew it! Congratulations! Can I call you Lord Brother-in-Law yet?"

"Nestra!"

The girl laughs merrily, hugging her sister tightly. "So exciting! Ooooh! What's /that/ smell?" And just like that, Nestra is leeeeaning over Yari's stall to look at the wares.

--Bors--

"Oh, Lady Frayus. Yours is but a drop in the bucket of the teasing that Brother Mine has borne since he had to come to me for permission for a personal betrothal after years and years of ducking a political one." A 'kissy face' is made towards Bors and it's clear that even out of earshot the man seems to know he's in for it again.

"They're a delight though, and with Ulani in the family there will be no complications of adopting Nestra, her dear sister, into the family as well. You know though, he slew their father when he made to kidnap Ulani for leaving home and... I believe his name was Havelock's association with the First Order. All so very melodramatic. But then that's my dear brother Bors."

Lord Thul himself is caught up in hugs though! Captured by Nestra and making a most dignified "Urghfurkl" when squeezed so before answering, "Nestra, dear - you know thee can always know me as Bors, as I've said since the first." then he's free! FREE FROM SQUEEZING.

And there's more bubbly in hand while he gives Ulani a bit of a squeeze of his own.

--Aryn--

"Oh?! Thank you for this, it smells wonderful! I do hope there is a place to sit and enjoy it! I wonder what tidings they speak of over there?" Aryn asks, looking to the grouping and trying to hear over the CLACK CLACK laughter of sword fighting nearby. It's by chance she hears the last of the news and cheers. "OH, HOW WONDERFUL! AHHHHH!" Ulani and Bors getting married?! Aryn was beside herself. She couldn't quite make it to them yet.. so many people!

--Yari--

"Me?" In case Yari hadn't heard that correctly, but nope, Ulani's lookin at her! "I--" Nestra bounds onto scene and Yari closes her gob for a second, eyeing this fellow 'chef' from the business-side of table. "I would be...honored. To do that." If Yari's emoting joy at this moment in time, she's certainly got a subdued way of showing it. Is she flushed? "I can--"

"SKRAGGINPIECEO--" Oh no oh dear. There's a small fire on the griddle, and the way her fellow Kijimiman is going about dealing with it is not...

Yari bumps him hastily out of the way to get a handle on the situation. Whoof. NOTHING TO SEE HERE NESTRA. With cheeks burning almost as brightly as that burst of flame, she flashes a 'heh' sort of smile to the other girl.