The Anduin Cruise - Revisited

[Pele Alarion]

The Anduin Cruise


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As it were, no news of importance could stay hidden long in the city, not if effort was not put into keeping it concealed; even more so, it was rather openly proclaimed. And so nearly everyone in the city, and even people near and far heard that a cruise was to be held again.

However, attendance was by means of invitation – or by spending quite a fortune to get a ticket – and the formal attire required for attendance might cost you just as much if you didn’t have any in your possession. And yet, all the formality did not mean that the captain of the ship, being a rather entrepreneurial man, could not make some extra money by selling off ‘only for you’ tickets behind the backs of the organisers.

Eventually the evening of the promised event had arrived, and if the attending guests had been there before, they would find the appearance of Harlond harbour rather unusual. There was no sign anywhere on the piers of traders and fishermen selling fish and other common goods; the stalls and boxes were gone, and even the small fishing boats had been stowed away out of sight. If it were possible, even the usual smells seemed to have been scrubbed and washed away to be replaced with sweet and fragrant scents.

The tall ship stood out among a few others that inhabited the harbour; and yet it seemed to be holding back much of its beauty while the day still lasted: the sails were neatly furled, the masts decorated with unlit lanterns, as the crew moved back and forth settling the last preparations. A couple of strong and stern looking guards were already stationed by the gangplank to make sure the arriving guests had the right to be onboard.

Instructions:

- Be nice to each other! (Well, you know, adhere to the Plaza rules, don’t do god-modding, etc.)
- Colour #0000FF reserved for GM stuff.
- That said, come, join in, and have some fun! (Got a ticket and some nice clothes? Yes? No?)
- This section might be subject to change, should it be needed...

[Winddancer]

On the highest house overlooking the harbour, perched on an ornately carved eave, she sat crouched in the protective shade of the roof, out of sight of prying eyes. Her long black hair was tied tightly into a braid and hidden within the deep hood that also hid most of her face, her cloak wound securely around her lithe body so that it did not cause any attention should a breeze arise.

Quieter than a mouse, she had been sat there for hours, waiting. He was bound to show. He had been at every elaborate party over that last few years, so surely he would be at this one. He had to be. She twisted her neck to the side just slightly, easing the tension that came with knowing that she was not sure. It still infuriated her just how difficult it was to gather any kind of information on him, other than the usual exaggerated tall tales. And those that actually knew anything, either never ventured out or were loyal. That in itself was both admirable and infuriatingly frustrating.

She knew well how she could "openly" gain an audience with him. But she did not want him to have the upper hand of him knowing beforehand that she was coming. He was far too dangerous for that. So here she sat, waiting. While she had the patience of an ent when it came to watching ones prey, waiting on a gambled guess was intolerable. She could not stop from doubting herself, wondering whether he would even be here. Who knew, perhaps he hated boats.

Her fiery gaze scoured the streets below, keen eyes able to see for miles and yet there was no sign of him. As if worried he would sense her, she pushed deeper into the shadows, eyes darting restlessly over the heads of those far below. If he did come, would he be making a grand entrance, or would he choose a subtle one and merely slip aboard under the cover of darkness? It angered her that she did not know him well enough to be able to guess which it would be, forced to take pretty much every option into account. She knew he had the funds to buy an invite, but surely someone like him would be invited. And of course he could just slip aboard, she would not put it past him to do just that.

Arms crossed across her knees, her slim fingers subconciously played over the fabric that covered her branded scar. Idly they traced the ragged shape of the Eye, as they had done countless times before. Unaware she was even doing it, she paused to study a huge black carriage that had just drawn up by the gangplank. Breath held she watched, muscles tense and ready to move if it was. But no, a middle-age man opened the door and jumped out. He critically eyed the area before he turned and extended his hand back inside. She watched as a young woman stepped nimbly from the body of the carriage despite the voluminous and opulent dress she wore.

A small snarl of disgust broke her stony expression as she watched the young woman exclaim and stare in wonder at the huge ship. Likely an airhead too, she thought as her teeth ground slightly together in annoyance, eyes studying the obvious bodyguard with her for a moment longer and taking note of where his weapons were hidden. Experienced, but not that experienced she mused as her eyes went back to scouring for any sight of the one she was here for.

[Pele Alarion]

The invitation had been tossed right into the basket of useless items and would have been conveniently forgotten; fancy socialising events were definitely not what Pele thought to be fun and entertaining these days. Troublesome, annoying, most likely boring – or so she told herself. Besides, she already had some rather unhappy memories related to cruises, and it would surely be best not to go that way.

And yet, sometimes things did not work out that smoothly, not when Isys was involved. Perhaps Pele would have been able to resist the coaxing, but then it had been turned into an outright challenge. Besides, for one reason or another Linaiwe found out, and she really was an old meddlesome healer who had somehow all but taken on the role of Pele’s mother-away-from-home. A double attack was not a truly fair game.

The whole matter ended up taking a whole lot of time since there were heated arguments, negotiations, and a search for a workable compromise. At any rate, Pele had categorically refused to wear anything cumbersome and overly exquisite – she would not go anywhere ‘dressed like a pompous, good-for-nothing doll’. The outfit had to be comfortable enough and allow for ease of movement and… other strategically important considerations.

Eventually Pele had settled for a long sky-blue satin dress to match the colour of her eyes. The bodice boasted with intricate flowery designs done in silver thread, leaving the freely flowing skirt unadorned. Yet, there was something Pele was not completely happy with; against her wishes she had to give up the idea of long sleeves and had to allow for a slit in the skirt of the dress running up the side of her right leg a slight bit above the knee level. “It is not like you are a plump sack of potatoes tied in the middle,” Linaiwe would say and wave off even the angriest frown. “What is there to be ashamed of? I don’t think a visible knee, or toned arms of a Ranger would be considered inappropriate. So what if you sport a scar or two somewhere?” A pair of laced boots on a slightly raised heel went with the dress, and a cloak to protect her against cold – its deep blue exterior and purple inside hues complementing the gown. Her hair was no longer simply tied back with a leather strap but was gathered up and secured with a couple of silver pins.

“I’m off!” she announced, when everything was said and done, and made to escape before anyone imagined getting a carriage for her. Surely, travelling on horseback was not that easy in a ball gown, but somehow Pele made do, in a rather lady-like fashion too, as she borrowed Chestnut from the Ranger stables; or rather – had the good beast saddled and brought to her since she had clothing to mind.

The travel took a bit longer in this way, but eventually she reached the destination, and slid off the saddle as elegantly as she could manage. The youth who came to take the horse from her seemed to be rather stunned for some reason, perhaps not used to ladies arriving to such an event on trotting horses, and Pele held back the reigns as if unwilling to trust the horse to him. “Have you never handled a horse before?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. “He is a good animal, quite a gentle giant; he won’t bite you.” To hide her amusement, Pele turned slightly to look at the ship, and all the busyness surrounding it while the crew made the last preparations, and the people started to arrive.

[Rillewen]

Lord Brenior Eglathor with his daughter, Meressel and niece, Dinalagossel

Another carriage rolled up after the first, stopping near to the other that was already there. The driver came to open the door for his passengers. First Lord Eglathor stepped down from the carriage and took a curious look around, noting how changed the harbor was as the girls were helped down by the driver. Meressel insisted upon being the next to leave the carriage, dressed in her most elegant gown of crimson taffeta. This was overlaid with a soft, grey outer gown with looping embroidery, and cutouts to show the crimson underneath, and a row of silver buttons going up the front. The fourteen-year-old had her golden curls elegantly styled so that half was pulled back on each side, meeting in the middle where it held with a jeweled comb, and from there it all spilled down her back in soft curls that bounced lightly with every step she took.

Her brown eyes widened as she gazed up at the tall ship. "Ohh! It's so pretty, Father! Will we really be sailing in it?" She asked eagerly, bouncing on the balls of her feet, clad in slippers which matched her dress, of course. "Can we go on board now?"
Brenior smiled at his daughter. "Yes. In a moment, we mustn't leave Dina behind, dear." He reminded her.
Dina, meanwhile, stepped down from the carriage after her cousin, trying her best not to trip over the long, yellow and gold gown she wore. It was a bit fancier than she was used to, and felt a little awkward in such elaborate clothing. Gold thread had been used to embroider flowers and other beautiful designs on the bodice, as well as trimming the sleeves and along the hem. She feared she might step on it and ruin it, and tried to carefully hold up her skirts to avoid such a disaster from occurring. Her cousin had insisted on doing Dina's hair up into an elegant bun, though her hair was hopelessly straight and would not hold a curl, so Meressel was out of luck in trying to make it curled.

"Now then, shall we go on board?" Lord Brenior smiled as he checked to make sure that he had the tickets before escorting the girls toward the gangplank. The Dol Amroth lord offered a polite nod to the other people who were already present.
"Oooh I can't wait to explore the ship, look how pretty it is, Dina!" Meressel bounced eagerly along with her father and cousin.
"It is pretty," Dina agreed. "Do you think we'll be allowed to explore?"
"The crew will let you know if there's any areas that are off limits," Brenior told them. "And you had better respect that. But otherwise you should be able to explore as much as you like."
"I can't wait." Meressel grinned as they approached the boarding ramp, waiting while her father turned over their tickets so they could board.

[Winddancer]

Lord Aradan and Lady Adanel of House Marach. Gelion, Guardian of House Marach

"Come oooon Danny! You have to see this ship, it is spectacular!" Adanel turned from the wonder before her and stuck her head back into the carriage to urge her twin brother to come out.

"I told you not to call me that" Aradan retorted with an angry growl as he glared at his sister's smiling face. She was practically beaming. A flicker of a snarl crossed his lips, eyes narrowing for the briefest of moments before he gave an angry sniff and relented, following his sister out of the carriage. Both wore newly aquired outfits, bought specifically for this occassion, his a darker silver than hers. Out here in the sun, she was almost blinding, the crystals sewn into her bodice shimmering so brightly he could not stand to look at her. Instead he looked over her head at Gelion, a brief knowing look exchanged between the two before Gelion busied himself with closing the carriage door.

He had forgone the glitter of gems and crystals, though threads of silver were woven into the fabric allowing for intricate designs that alluded to the Silvan's of which the House still regarded highly and allowing for a little bit of sparkle of the more subtle kind. The cut was immaculate, fitting his body perfectly and without a crease. Against his almost white hair, he too looked as stunning as his sister, if it were not for the perpetual scowl he always wore, as if someone or something had wronged him. Standing a head taller than his twin, he did the dutiful thing and extended a bent arm towards Adanel, grinding his teeth as she happily slipped her hand in.

Adanel briefly hugged her brother's arm in excitement, trying not to squeal in an unladylike manner, raising her face to look at her stoic brother. She never let his sour attitude affect her, never perturbed by his dismissiveness and right now she was too estatic to worry about whether or not Aradan even wanted to be there or not. She knew he didn't, she knew their father had made him, she was just glad she was not there on her own. Not to mention how glad she was to not be at home where the talk was always about her finding a husband, the constant stream of moronic courters enough to make her scream. In truth, she was surprised her father had let her go, as several eligible (aka old and fat) suitors were scheduled for a visit. Perhaps her father had finally gotten tired of her constant rejections to them all. One could hope.

She almost bounced as she walked up the gangplank, having given a huge smile in greeting to the trio that had come after them. Aradan had tugged her away before she could get a chance to speak to them, but she consoled herself with the fact that she would be able to talk to them once on board, for now happy to let her pale blue eyes scour everything they could. Even the seagulls got a smile, annoying her brother even more.

As much as they looked alike, they might as well have been born to different parents, the evidence of that no more clearer when they stood next to each other with her beaming and him scowling. Where he accepted the bubbly wine with disdain, she gratefully accepted hers with a huge smile and a thank you to the servant.

"Stop thanking the help, Ada!" He hissed at her, though she just smiled at him and sipped her drink before returning her gaze at all the wonders before them and ready to greet anyone who boarded, secretly hoping her brother would not scare them away with his scowl.

[Lail]

Ljúfa

A river cruise sounded like a terribly exciting adventure not to be missed. No doubt anyone who was anyone would be there, not to mention the fantastic outfits waiting to be ogled! The trick was finagling herself a ticket. But how did a practically penniless (semi-)reformed con artist’s daughter who ran away from home to escape a life of crime afford a ticket to such a premiere event as this, you ask? That is a story for another day but it may have involved a certain type of edible fungus and a less-than-reputable apothecary.

Needless to say how it came about, the ticket she held said Ljúfa had a right to be there and so she was. In a rather bold move, she wore flouncy pantaloons and a frilly top beneath a fitted emerald waistcoat. Velvet gloves and a hat completed the outfit. In an effort to appear more grownup, her brown curls were swept up in a twist and her lips were painted cherry red.

Upon arriving at Harlond in slightly less style than the other guests (by foot, though she had ridden a rickety cart part way and asked them to stop and let her out early so no one would see her embarrassing transportation), Ljúfa marched up to join the boarding line as if she were a guest of honor. Standing behind a man and two young ladies (whom she immediately disliked and dismissed as spoiled rich girls but likewise kind of wanted to be them), she could not help but accidentally-on-purpose overhear the tail-end of their conversation.

Areas off limits? But she had never been on a ship before and she wanted to see it from top to bottom (without going underwater anyway), pointy front to butt end, whatever those were technically called in sailor-jargon.

“We’ll be able to climb the rigging though, right?” she asked, her mouth slightly agape with the disappointment of a hobbit being told there was no second breakfast.

[The Good Hunter]

“You are a wretched little weasel. Did you hear me? A wretched, nasty weasel!” Lômibêth said as they rounded the corner, surely running late for the cruise. She wished looks could kill as she glared at the little girl attached to her hand. The little creature just beamed a toothy, strawberry stained grin. “I told you that you had a look your best, and this what you give me? I should have left you by the side of some orphanage and been done with you.”

The girl said not a word, letting the bright red of her lips and teeth do all the talking she needed. She loved to do this. She was the worst daughter anyone could ever ask for. The utter worst. How could she have let it come to this? Lômibêth was ashamed to call this girl her daughter, but circumstances would not allow for anything else. The timing of this cruise could not have been worse. A week later and she could have taken little Túrin with her. He knew how to behave and follow her orders. He knew not to muss his face up with strawberry jam the moment before they were to walk out the door. A week earlier and she might have been able to pull strings to have Túrin and Fimiel, but the girl’s uncle had appeared out of nowhere again on his own fancy ship and taken her to spend the winter holidays with him Cair Andros. Idril was the best she was going to get.

“But mama,” said the girl with a sickly innocent smile. Lômibêth had to stop herself from smacking the brat. There were too many people around, too many eyes. Idril knew that. That was the only reason she knew she could get away with this sort of insolence. The child had been raised to be a viper, could she really protest now when she was behaving the way she’d been taught? Her mother always told her this would happen, that one day she’d realize what an awful mother she’d make. Pity that moment had to be right before a very profitable cruise.

She’d only heard about the cruise in passing too. Too much went on in this city without her knowing. Despite the wide net she attempted to cast, engaging in all levels of society from dockworkers and farmers to lords and marquesses, she still found her information lacking at several important points. She’d been having tea with her cousin at the Verdigris Fountain when she heard two ladies gossiping about what dresses they were going to wear to impress some foppish marriageable man. A few shots of whisky in their tea and they spilled their guts to her (not literally, this was not her hometown after all). She managed to snag two tickets as well, the last two tickets available if the salesman was to be believed. She didn’t, of course, but that didn’t stop the price from being the price.

So here she was, dressed in a purple and white dyed wool dress with her urchin child in tow.

Thank the black stars Idril wasn’t he real child.

She’d seen what that sort of thing did to her cousin and was in no hurry to rush into motherhood. Idril’s bloody looking face reminded her that she’d made the right decision. “Idril,” she stopped and bent down in from the of the girl, an urchin of no more than six or seven years. “If you don’t do as I’ve told you over the course of this little pleasure cruise, so help me I will dump you in an alley in a sack with a badger.”

“Will the badger be in the sack or out of the sack?” the girl was too clever by half, Lômibêth’s fingers itched.

“You know, your mother did the right thing abandoning you on the steps of the Houses of Healing. It’s too bad the nurses got to you before the rats.”

“Oh, I love you too mama!” Idril shouted, looking at something behind Lômibêth. The sound rang in her ears from a moment, leaving a space for Idril to hug her and wipe her fruit-stained face on the shoulder of her dress. “There’s a man watching us, from the window of the carpenter’s shop. I think I’ve seen him before. I think he’s the married man who visited the Honeycombe last week,” she whispered.

“What’s he doing here?” Lômibêth whispered, catching on quick despite the red stain now seeping into her dress. “I’m not sure. I didn’t wait for him to come out. You didn’t tell me to wait for them do… whatever they do in there.”

Lômibêth rolled her eyes. Child spies worked for most places, but the Honeycombe was off limits. She took a scarf from her bag and wrapped it around her shoulders, hiding the strawberry stain. She looked at the girl a moment, remembering one of the more embarrassing things her mother did to her in public when she was Idril’s age. She licked her thumb and proceeded to wash the girl’s face until it was clean of strawberries, painting a mortified expression on her face. “Now behave, child. We’re about to see and be seen with some very important people. This cruise will be an opportunity for us both.”

“You mean, I can find a mother who loves me?” Idril looked at her with mock sincerity.

“You’d have better luck marrying the Steward’s son.” Lômibêth quipped.

They strode the rest of the way in a somewhat dignified manner; Idril was still a gutter rat and despite being taught how to walk properly, still slouched and wobbled. They crossed the gangplank, handing in their tickets and crossed to the bow of the ship. The wind was sweet, if a little cold. Lômibêth took a book, The Lurid Lives of Númenórean Princesses, from her bag and opened it to a well-worn crease. She glanced at Idril with a look of only mild annoyance. “What are you waiting for girl? Get me something to drink and get to work.”

“Can I have something to drink too?”

Lômibêth shut the book and looked back down at Idril. “Can you?”

“I’m going to get a glass of strawberry wine.”

“Good luck with that,” she rolled her eyes and went back to reading.

[Winddancer]

Lord Aradan and Lady Adanel of House Marach. Gelion, Guardian of House Marach


With a slight snarl Aradan turned from watching as other passengers boarded, leaving that to his sister. Instead he made his way to the railing, placing one hand on the smooth wood while the other still held the untouched drink. With his ever present scowl he let his pale grey eyes roam over the city before him. The stunning view was like no other in all of Arda. While there were still areas that showed the scars of the War, the city still took his breath away with its powerful beauty. It only took a brief moment to find their mansion, high above them. So far away it seemed as if the place was small, though he knew well that it was far grander in size than all but the King's. Soon it would be his, his alone..

Feeling the presecnce of Gelion behind him, he spoke so soft the older man had to lean in to hear. "I assume the arrangements were made?"

Gelion merely gave a curt nod in response as Aradan turned just enough to catch it out of the corner of his eye.

"Good.." Aradan raised the slim crystal glass to his mouth and took a sip. A grimace immediately crossed his face and he tossed the rest of the bubbly wine into the sea. "Get me something decent." He demanded gruffly as he extended the glass back towards Gelion without turning.

His eyes flicked towards the position of the sun, knowing that the time was finally drawing close. His only regret was that he would not be there to see it with his own eyes. But Gelion's advice had been prudent. It was best to have an alibi, he could not risk things going wrong now. Not after all this time. Change his will? He would show him that something as feeble as that was not going to stop him from getting what he so rightfully deserved.

Adanel sighed as Aradan turned away and walked over to the railing with Gelion in tow. She dearly wished he could just relax and enjoy himself. Who knew, maybe even he could find a suitable wife here. Valar knew he needed some love in his life. There was a brief deep sad look in her eyes as she watched the two men converse, still wishing she could ease his pain. She knew the death of their little brother weighed deeply on him, that he blamed himself for not being able to save the poor child from falling to his death. She had stoically endured his meaness and bullying, knowing that it came from his broken heart. He merely lashed out as he could not reconcile with his guilt. She so desperately wished she could ease it for him, hoping beyond hope that one day he would realise he was not at fault and heal.

A laugh pulled her back from her gloomy thoughts and she turned towards the sound. Taking a deep breath, she pushed her heavy thoughts deep into the depths of her heart where they would remain until she was alone. The smile came naturally to her young face and she took a small sip of the bubbling wine, enjoying the sensation of the bubbles tickling her tongue. The taste was divine, knowing the organizers had gotten the most expensive bottles. Allowing for another sip, she looked around to see who she could head over to talk to, eager for some company. And maybe, just maybe to sus out a potential match for her brother.

[Pele Alarion]

"No, ma'am... horses are all right," the lad finally found his language.

"He's called Chestnut, and better make sure nothing happens to him, or you'll be mucking out Ranger stables for the next year to come..." Pele said, as she eventually handed over the reigns. "Though wait a bit, I need to take my things."

Pele moved over to the other side of the horse, and ran her hand along the good beast's neck gently to keep him calm - though he did not seem to be minding anything at all. Mostly hidden behind the big horse, Pele now had a good place to observe the people arriving, while herself being positioned rather out of the way.

She took her time fumbling with the saddle bag; she had not taken much with her, merely an extra set of plain clothes, basic healing supplies, and a couple other small items - all packed neatly in a small bag. Yet, she took her time, while she carefully studied the arriving people over the horse's back instead of simply taking her belongings and joining them.

Some families, some nobles, some rather sketchy individuals... Pele was not sure she would find an enjoyable company, and it was likely that she would end up feeling lonely in the midst of a crowd and desperately missing Maldir. Was it even worth it? If the event was actually fun... she still thought it was more interesting to spend the time outdoors exploring some new corner of the forest; and if there would be some trouble - which could be likely with a greater company of people in such a limited space - what was it to her? They could deal with it themselves.

Her fingers played with the buckles of the bag absent-mindedly, as she looked at the ship in doubt. Perhaps she could just jump back unto the horse and gallop off as fast as the wind - she could come up with some reason to explain it away, a duty or such... Right? The lad shifted uncomfortably; Pele's indecisiveness kept him here longer than he liked, and he would be scolded for being lazy if he lingered overly much, and yet he did not dare to tell Pele to hurry up.

[Rillewen]

Lord Brenior Eglathor with his daughter, Meressel and niece, Dinalagossel

"We’ll be able to climb the rigging though, right?"
A voice from behind them spoke. Brenior turned and offered a smile to the young lady there. "I'm afraid I can't answer that, but you can always ask the crew." He assured the young lady. "Come, we'd better get on board, or they'll set said without us." He added, directing his own young ladies to the guards who stood waiting to take the tickets.

The moment the three had set foot on board the ship, Meressel turned to her father, grinning eagerly. "May we explore now, father?" She asked, bouncing lightly in excitement.
"I suppose that would be alright," He smiled. "Make sure you listen to anything the crew tells you, though."
"Of course!" With that, she grabbed her cousin's hand and set off eagerly to see the ship.

Dina made no protest as her cousin practically dragged her along the deck. She saw many other people, and offered polite smiles to anyone they passed, but she knew none of these people. Meressel stopped to admire how tall the masts stood, and tilted her head back trying to see whether there was anything up there.
"It's too bad Caeleb didn't get to come along," Dina mentioned softly, thoughtful. She could imagine how excited her younger cousin would have been to see all of this, too.
"Who wants him along?" Meressel wrinkled her nose. "I'm glad he couldn't, he'd just ruin it for us." She scoffed, then added, "And why in Arda would any respectable person have any desire to climb the rigging?" She added, glancing at the network of ropes and things that went up to the mast. "I should think that would be very dangerous. Not to mention how frightening that would be!"
Dina glanced as well, shrugging a little awkwardly, unsure how to respond to Meressel in that regard. "I imagine one could see for a great distance, up there." She mentioned at last, a little too awkward to admit that she wouldn't mind joining the other girl in climbing, if they did allow it. Furthermore, she was reluctant to mention Meressel's brother again, but she knew that if he could, he would love to climb..anything. "I used to climb trees sometimes, but that's far taller than any tree I ever climbed," she added after a moment, gazing thoughtfully up at the tallest mast. Secretly, she would love to see from the top of it, but Meressel would be mortified if she said so out loud, and so she kept that to herself.
"Let's go and see what sort of refreshments there are, shall we?" Meressel took Dina's arm, leading her off in that direction, leaving Dina little choice but to come along.

(@Tuilindo, replying to Ljufa's comment)

[Isolde Alarion]

Nelladel Alarion
Arriving
@Ercassie

As they rounded the corner she leaned into the carriage window to get a better look at the spectacular ship as it came into view. “Beautiful.” She practically whispered under her breath as she pressed closer while she tried to take it all in. Being a simple baker she never thought she’d actually get to participate in one of the well spoke of cruises. The ship always drew a crowd of on lookers but she never took the time to be amongst them.

The ticket she held tapped against her other hand in nervous excitement. She could already see the fancy carriages and the many interesting people that stepped out of them as they waited their place. She turned from the view and busied herself with straightening her dress. She’d made it herself, burning the oil late into many nights as she cut and stitched the material to her liking. It may not be the fine silks or satins but she was pleased with it. She ran her fingers overs the soft cream material till it found the satin edge of burgundy. She’d embroidered scrolls which twisted and turned in gentle curves to embrace many of the small flowers she’d worked into the edging. Her thoughts were interrupted by the slight jar of the carriage as it came to a stop. Their turn had come. She took a deep breath and gathered her dress as the door opened.

When her shoes hit the ground her green eyes rose up in wonder at the glorious site before her. Having never been on a ship before this was the closest she’d ever been, the size surprised her. Her attention was taken by things closer now. Shortly her only luggage was put on a cart and she was informed it would meet her on the ship, her room already assigned to her. How efficient they were she thought to herself.

The breeze played with the tendrils of her dark hair, she tucked a strand behind her ear as she looked around. Her emerald gaze sought another as she walked slowly toward the ship, ticket in hand. It was not easy looking through the crowd, her small stature giving her a disadvantage among the taller passengers. She stopped and shifted to the left then right. Doubt crossed her features briefly as her brow furrowed and she chewed her lip in apprehension. No, he would be here. She shook it off and resolved to continue her search, trusting in him. Something she felt she needed to work on for herself.

[Sanim]

Sitting in the front room of the public house, Sanim had overheard many snippets of the comings and going in Minas Tirith. She had not yet reached out to any old acquaintance, mainly worried that she had offended them with the long silence, so the first couple of days in the city were spent in a solitary fashion. However, the energy with which she had return was waining with no stimulation other than leafing books, stroking the purring cat, and playing cards occassionally with Edgar. Sanim did enjoy those things, truly, but life is made to be lived, and that living is experiencing new things. She worried that any further stagnation would be cumulative - it had in the past as she dared not return to that pit of dispair.

She knew what she should do - present herself at the House of Healing and offer her services. But the worry there was of rejection. Of course delaying it wouldn't change that outcome, and she knew that it was unlikely - at least instantaneously before being given the chance to display competence. Anxiety wasn't the entire reason though, Sanim wanted to celebrate her return and learn more about what the city was now like, and how she may fit in. She had toyed with the idea of visiting Edoras, or even Rivendell again, but wanted to feel at home again in her home of old before hastening away again.

So, on hearing of the river cruise, Sanim's eyes lit up. More so when talk turned to the glittering ship and attendees to match. It sounded like a splendid affair and opportunity - exciting, exquisite, and exactly the right place to see who's who in Gondor. The only issue... Sanim was more of a "who?" in Gondor.

Edgar had laughed at her expression when he had told Sanim the going price for one of the tickets. She was by no means a pauper, but the price was extortionate! It was more than months upon months rent at least at the Old Guest House, she thought with exasperation. A further half of malty ale and cheery chattering gossip about what the cruise might be like had Sanim convinced she had to at least try. There wasn't long until departure, from what Edgar had told her, so time was of the essence to figure out just how she would get on the ship. The attempt would be fun and lively enough, she reasoned, even if she was thrown off the gangplank as soon as she set foot, at least that would be a story!

Up in Room 7, Sanim chewed her lip in deliberation. She could arrive and try to charm her way in as guest without a ticket - but she was lacking the appropriate attire. Her clothes weren't entirely tawdry, but they were not the splendid formal wear the true guests would be expected to have. A second option would be dress as one of the servants, maids, cleaners who would be on board. This posed almost the same problem. She did not know what their uniform would be, and that would be easily called out. Spending the cruise with the serving folk could be just as, if not more so, entertaining as with the guests, but it could also be very tiring, and they may not look kindly on someone barging in under false pretences.

The third option was risky also, but the more she thought on it, the more Sanim thought it worth a try. It would likely be laughed away, but it meant she could bring Kit the Cat, and that was a reassuring thought. If she did get aboard she would not be alone, even if shunned or overwhelmed by others. The cat had become a great comfort and companion. Maybe it's as silly to have dragged him around all the while travelling, but his presence made her feel a little more together, and she could not set him aside.

So, she had tucked him in the large pocket on the left side of her saddle, closing the flap loosely so his feline face could just poke out. Soon, it was nestled back inside, comfortable and asleep. Sanim mounted her palfrey, trying her best to arrange her wide emerald coloured trousers, cream blouse and smartest black over coat so they would not crease. She was smart, but not flashy, the flowing forms accentuating her silhouette, yet practical. She had tucked away some pieces of jewellery, and could undo a few buttons on the blouse and tuck differents fold of fabric in different places that would change the outfit should she be successful. After making sure her small, black leather knapsack was closed and attached securely, she heeded the horse forward and out of the city.

While tying up Rosc, the imaginatively named brown horse, at the stable near the ship, Sanim felt a shiver of excitement down her back. She spoke to the stable hand and told him she wasn't entirely sure when she would return to collect her horse. Perhaps in a matter of minutes, but maybe longer if she was lucky. She smiled and wagered with the lad who was in disbelief - and eventually he succumbed. She would pay on return: if she was away less than two hours, she would still pay half of the fee expected for the entire duration of the cruise; and if she proved she got, and stayed, on board - the same price. Truly, this just added to her eagerness.

Sanim dusted herself down as best she could, shouldered her bag, and then took the moggy in her arms. The cats long grey fur rippled in the wind coming off the river. A dwarf had called the fur lilac when Kit had curled up purring on his lap during their travels. In the stable she had taken some time to comb both their hairs, and now Sanim thought Kit's coat was magnificent - a great mane of fine fur, tufted over his cheeks and buffeted along his tail. Her own hair was neatly twisted back with a wooden comb keeping it in place. She had coiled it carefully, hoping when let down that her jet black tresses would shine and catch the light in curls. As she walked towards the gangplank she straightened the bell on the cats green collar, and straightened her back all the more.

"I finally found one! The Healer will be so pleased!" She called out easily to the strong and stern security fellows as she strolled towards them. Fake it til you make it, she said to herself, internally, willing her boots filled with confidence.
"The Healer has been ever so worried about rat fever - did you hear what happened on the Celduin Cruise? Almost half the guests - and staff! - vomiting and groaning! Red eyes and yellow skin, quite awful!" Sanim took a second for a breath, she was talking too fast, it would look like nerves. "I'm the Healer's assistant for this journey, they have taken me under their wing kindly. When we got on board earlier, we couldn't find any cats! Perhaps the organisers were worried about shedding on the ladies gowns. I was sent out and have returned - look at this find rat catching specimen! Handsome enough to not cause offence to the guests!"

Sanim's smile was large, maybe showing too many teeth, as she stroked the cats back and darted her eyes between the guards. They both had furrowed brows. Hopefully this was just due to their immense muscled stature and not frustration about being lied to. Maybe the boat teemed with cats, maybe there was no healer, maybe she was making a fool of herself! On her approach the tall masts and twinkling light against the darkening sky had taken her breath away, and she given away more in quiet oohs and ahhs at the beautiful costumes on the men, women and children she had glimpse aboard. She was most likely indeed making a fool of herself, she just hoped it turned out to be a lucky one!

[Rillewen]

Lord Ademar Ansellidus, with Lady Alyssa Ansellidus
Arriving at the harbor

Slim, delicate hands rested, clasped, upon the creamy yellow silk skirt that peeked out from under the dark blue taffeta layer of her gown. Alyssa gazed out of the window of the carriage, lost in thought as they approached the harbor. Seated across from her, her husband, Ademar, was rambling about the cruise and how only people who could afford the very pricey tickets were going to be there, and a lot of other nonsense that she couldn't care less about. Alyssa was busy thinking about her little sister, wondering where she might be, if she was safe, if she were frightened, what she might be doing now. It seemed like a lifetime ago when the sisters used to argue, or the times she used to drag Alyssa into doing whatever silly adventure she wanted to do. The scenery rolling past became almost a blur as Alyssa blinked back tears, and then silently prayed that her sister would be protected, wherever she was, whatever was going on with her right now. After a moment, she added another prayer, for her little brother. Wherever he might be, that he would remain safe and undetected from the monster sharing the carriage with her.

"Have you been listening at all?"

Drawn from her thoughts back to her husband, Alyssa slowly tore her gaze away from the outside scenery and rested her eyes on him instead. Why must the man she hated more than anything bear the same face as the man she loved more than anything? It tormented her most of all, that irony. "Of course." She answered his impatient question. "A lot of important people will be on the ship. You want to impress them, and you want me to behave." She summed up the most of his ramblings in as few words as possible.

He huffed, annoyed, though she wasn't sure what he was annoyed about yet. Still, she was sure he would let her know soon. "It would be nice to have a conversation once in a while." He grumbled.

Alyssa paused, then gave the fainest smile. "Surely, you don't need me to contribute to a conversation when you speak enough for three people, all on your own." She replied, daringly. He surely wouldn't hit her when they were about to be going before public eyes. Still, she watched him warily, just in case. The glare he gave her for that comment sent a little chill down her back, but she knew she was right.

"Don't forget what may happen if you push me enough." He warned her softly. "I'll tolerate that comment, for now. Just mind what you say once we're in public."

"I haven't forgotten." She replied icily, turning back to look out of the window. Outside, she could see the ship, beautifully lit with candles, or lanterns, all over. She wasn't much for ships, but still, she caught her breath at how pretty it looked. At last, their carriage ride ended, rolling to a stop near where several others had been parked. Alyssa patiently waited while her husband disembarked first, and then, to her surprise, he offered a hand to help her down. Like a perfect gentleman. She raised an eyebrow a bit questioningly as she stepped down, taking her hand from his the moment she was able. She resisted the urge to wipe her hand off, and instead glanced around. Several other people were around, and she understood. He was going for a good impression, as usual.

Ademar took her arm and led her toward the ship, stopping behind a young lady who had been stopped by the guards. Alyssa overheard something about a cat, and rat fever. The mere thought of rats sent a shudder through Alyssa, though she tried her best to suppress it. Ademar must have noticed, but he didn't so much as glance at her. He was not much of one for patience, she had learned very quickly. Now, having to wait his turn, he let out a sigh and frowned at the back of the young woman's head. Upon the guard's seeming hesitation about whether to allow the girl on board, Ademar stepped closer. "Excuse me, but I do have tickets," he informed the guards. Alyssa half-expected him to push the girl aside, but thankfully, he didn't. "For my wife and I," he added, offering the tickets to the guards.

"Of course, sir," The guards accepted the tickets and allowed the couple through. Alyssa considered offering a complement to the young lady, about her cat. It was a lovely cat, but Ademar was tugging her arm and she wasn't given a chance to stop and speak to the young lady. Perhaps she would see her again on board, if they allowed her through. As she walked alongside her husband, Alyssa wondered whether she would be miserable the whole cruise, or if perhaps she might actually have a nice time.

[Lail]

Ljúfa

The words had spilled from Ljúfa’s mouth before she could stop herself and she expected riotous laughter to greet the ridiculous question. No one here would be interested in climbing the rigging, they were all uptight pompous gentrified types and that was exactly why she was here. The man gave her a polite answer and steered the girls she guessed to be his daughters aboard. Ask the crew? Ljúfa was not about to ask anyone’s permission for anything. If she wanted to climb the rigging, she’d climb the rigging and that was that. No crew or captain would stop her.

She trickled aboard behind the trio and this time actually accidentally overheard Meressel because she was stuck in a tunnel of taffeta and tulle (something she didn’t mind very much and wanted very much to reach out and feel the fine fabric between her fingers). She immediately bit her lip to hold back an instinctive retort. She needed these people, or people like them, to sponsor her and pave her way to becoming a real flutist, and she wouldn’t win them over with a sharp tongue. As prissy as she thought the girl, her dress was drop-dead gorgeous and if Ljúfa’s eyes could have turned green with envy, they would have. Instead, she rolled her eyes at the pair behind their backs and skirted away for a drink, a plate of nibbles and to claim a spot at the front of the ship.

Here, she could be first to see where they were going and scout out which attendees might be willing benefactors once they had wet their whistles a bit. A few were already contenders judging solely by their outfits' implied wealth (and the way one casually (and outrageously) tossed expensive wine overboard) but the night was young, as they say, and there was no sense rushing into things.

[Ercassie]

Lady Ilisys Azrubêl, of Lond Côl

A single silver shoe alighted from the gold and cerulean carriage, pursued by it’s shimmering twin. Their quivering descent tested the air before settling on the star-polished cobbles below. Then was spent a moment of some way away look in the grey eyes of Ilisys which held her entertained about some secret thought. A small procession of footmen seized their cue to spring from all about the ride and begin the bright parade of belongings from the carriage rack forth to the ship. The Lady ambled, almost unconsciously, after them, as though in some wonder what the boxes might hold. She certainly hadn’t packed them herself, as far as she remembered.

Ilisys gave no sign that she had noted the carriage pull away. It would have been difficult, amongst so many comings and goings, even if she was paying attention. Her argent gaze swept instead about the scene, her right hand coming to rest idly upon the silver-plated bangle which near encased her entire left forearm. A generous wrap of blued silver swathed what she would not have them see of her, even as the mist might wreathe the promise of a moon. The accompanying watteau train sent forth a spill of diamond glare to pool though in her wake, striking a stark contrast against the ebony cascade of midnight tresses that were bound at perfect intervals by velveteen cords of moonbright hue. Winged brows in a startling effect of bemusement in her oval face set off the statement black choker which curled like a cat around her pale throat.

She recognised Pele, hid behind her horse, just as surely as she didn’t recognise the woman in the dress, which perfectly became her modest peer.

“I have a friend looks just like you, but she would never wear such a dress. Which is a shame,” she smiled at the Masterhealer on approach. “I wonder, have you seen a ship anywhere about here ?”

The façade of innocence, from a one who’d done naught but compel Pele all the week to come upon the cruise, and wear exactly such a dress .. was somehow astoundingly authentic. If nonsensical. Of course Isys might have forgotten all about that since then. Certainly she stared at the elegant ship as though she’d never seen one, nor expected to find this particular one waiting. She had never been on such a cruise for thrills before, though she had heard, even all the way in Belfalas, of such a Cruise which had culminated in a murder mystery and no guest permitted to escape until the perpetrator had been identified ! The legend of Anduin River Cruises was, in Gondor anyway, quite legendary. Of course, so too now was the last event she had attended in Dol Amroth. Cited as a charity event, it had turned out that some creative soul had designed an auction, to assign eligible ladies off to eager escorts, in the name of raising funds. There had been much outcry at the very notion, given the prevalence for Corsair slaving raids, and there had sadly been few balls proposed since, to give society a chance to recover.

And since there seemed to have come something of a hold up to access the gangplank, Isys took her place behind a clearly very important cat, that she could quietly observe a rather familiar couple hasten onto the ship. There was chance also to glance behind, and spy whether Pele was truly going to try and flee on horseback in that dress. Already the Cruise seemed keen to keep her intrigued.

[Pele Alarion]

Some unintelligible muttering was all Isys received from Pele, as she kept fumbling with her bag; she glanced at her friend - and even though she should have gotten used to the sight of these exquisite outfits - yet again was quite surprised, though she did not let it show too much.

"Oh, go on..." she motioned towards the ship. "I'll just gather my things first." It did not matter that she had been gathering her one small bag for who knew how long already. But perhaps this was a good timing to get out of here, whilst Isys was distracted by the ship and all.

Her plans of finding a more comfortable location were yet again brought to nought when a red-cheeked boy ran up to her and exclaimed: "Oh, Master Healer, here you are! We need you at the gangplank!"

"Varda's stars above!" Pele groaned and rolled her eyes. "Can't I even get a moment's respite? The cruise hasn't even started yet, and..." Seeing the errand runner's urgency, she finally took her bag and left the relatively safe hiding place from behind her horse. "What is it this time?"

"There's a lady with a cat," the boy said, as he hastened towards the ship. "She says you sent her to find a cat to prevent the rat sickness."

"A what?..." Pele stopped abruptly and frowned, thinking that the boy was pulling a prank on her.

"Seriously, ma'am!" he maintained, and pointed towards the small gathering of people at the gangplank. "She's right there. I'm sure it is very important! I mean... We do not want rats to make everyone aboard sick. I mean... All the important folk and stuff. That would be a disaster if something bad like that happened! But somehow the guards don't quite believe that it is so..."

The more she listened to the boy's chattering and descriptions of the horrible disaster that needed to be averted, as she tried to keep up with his half-running pace, the more difficult it became to be frustrated and upset.

"Well? What's this all about?" she demanded upon reaching the gangplank and regarding the lad, the guards, and the woman with her fluffy companion all in turns.

"Should we send her away, Master Healer?" one of the guards asked and was about to reach for Sanim's arm.

Seeing that they were holding up the people, and unwilling to cause a scene, Pele made a decision in a split moment. "Oh, don't worry, and don't mind her antics," she laughed. "I have come with intention to relax, so she will take on the role of being my eyes and ears aboard - looking out for anyone in need of aid."

To unblock the passage, she gently guided Sanim aboard and then took her somewhat aside.

"I don't know what this is all about," she said quietly to the woman, her blue eyes laughing, as she reached out gently to run her hand over the cat's soft fur. "But apparently you wanted to get aboard, so here you are. But I gather that you claimed that I've sent you in search of a cat? So work you will have during this cruise... What is your name, though? I think I've seen you somewhere before, but not sure we have been acquainted."

@Sanim

[Ercassie]

Addhor Raxëlilta
@Isolde Alarion

He had been to Harlond before, but he almost did not believe his own memory. The entire ambience of the place was altered. It might have been but the close of day, dressing the harbour in a whole other realm of being. Still he felt like a stranger in a familiar place. By this count of years, Addhor ought to have known what to expect, if not from Harlond, then at least from himself. But the fact of coming here tonight had already thrown out all bets. There was one particular reason though why he kept doing things he would not have ever expected, of late. He could not say he was sorry about that either, although it did lend a rather unexpected element to decisions that he wasn’t entirely used to making yet.

It had seemed the wisest course of action, at the time, and particularly given the not insignificant journey it had took to reach the harbour; to ensure he was arrived with good time to spare. So much so that he had then been forced to take himself for a short, perhaps calming, walk around town rather than look like he might be loitering. For certain he might look out of place, since he had returned to an outright carnival of increasingly elaborate carriages. From his unobserved location (Ranger habits do die hard after all), Addhor could observe all of the far-fetched finery that the other guests were showcasing, let alone the spectacle of how they ‘made an entrance’. It occurred to him he might have taken less concern with getting there on time, and spent more mind on useful reconnaissance before hand. Still this was no place to nurse regrets.

As a tradesman Addhor’s thought was more about functionality, even if the Rangers had managed to instill some trait to appear both smart and neat when required. So he certainly would not admit, if asked, about the visit to the bathhouse, even if it mattered enough for him to make that effort. At least he could be proud that the clean white shirt was of a proper fit, and new, so decidedly more recent bought than the long coat which served mostly as a comfort. The latter was grown grey now, though at least all over so that it gave the impression of this being deliberate. It was right made and good quality, that shone through even the age of it. Despite the contrast against a fresher pitch of black trousers, those matched at least the polished boot, as though it were made ready for a military inspection. There was no hiding the other, though it was no secret and lebethron of all the woods could hold it's head high without shame.

All eyes, it seemed, were upon the magnificent ship, and all of it’s illuminated trappings, so at least he was able to evade the piteous looks which more affluent lords and ladies might have otherwise endowed. He left them all to marvel at the glorious vessel, setting his sights upon the only reason he would board at all. Nell seemed nervous, or unsure, amidst the crowd, but glorious in her own right. As much as the entire harbour she too was herself, and somehow more. He had not thought it possible, but there she went, surprising him again.

“I will dare, if you do.” He emerged from the crowd as though that were a forest. A swift eye noted she had naught left to be took aboard, save herself. And that deserved a second, still amazed inspection before he would share her with the crowd. “Thankyou for coming,” Adhor smiled, quite in awe. “I’ll say it now, for you have somehow managed to make this evening already.”

[Sanim]

"The only rats on here we have is them ones that look like you!" One guard chortled, as the other speaking gent tried to dust Sanim behind. She stood her ground, as firmly as the brush against her shoulder had been.

"I am sure none of us want to disturb or disrupt the Healer in his earnest works! I won't bother much more of your time in preventing this plague!" Sanim tried to side step, but was halted by those eyebrows again. This time a singular eyebrow: raised and questioning.

"Oh, we would not want to interfere in his diligent work, now would we. But, have we seen him come aboard yet? Seems, girl, there are as many holes in your story as the dingy you'll be floating home in!" The guard's response had come almost to vexed crescendo as two people appeared in their lamp light, walking to the gangplank. The vocal guard grabbed a boy, about to run on board with a wheel barrow of produce, who instead had stood agawk.

"Tell the Healer to come here, boy, lets settle the matter with some decorum sin front of our guests..." The heavy sneered at Sanim, not letting her drop his gaze as the couple approached.

Sanim took a half-step back and averted her gaze as the gentleman approached, but not quickly enough to fail to notice his beautiful face. High cheek bones and a higher gaze made it clear who he was, even if Sanim did not know his name or any further, finer detail. Her eyes glanced to him again, and again, and then to the dazzling dress by his side. It was exquisite: royal blue, garnered, embroidered; exquisite. And inside, a lady. Sanim's eyes averted again just as she traced her gaze up beyond the bodice to the woman's eyes. An appropriate couple, she thought. Beautiful together, in step.

A moments hesitancy and a lingering look to Kit, starting to struggle in Sanim's arms, were faintly evident. Sanim coddled the head of the cat as she watched the woman, and reassessed the wiggle in her walk as maybe not as in rhythm with the suiter as first appreciated. Though, how could any one resist her handsome fellow, Sanim would never know.

As the eloquent pair passed, Sanim prepared her stance against the guards again. She would argue in her bag were also bandages - truly - and tinctures - falsely- that the healer needed to be supplied with.

The crimson her face turned and then the ghastly tone in turn could have called for bandage and tincture alike. The Healer hurried forth, led by the scrawny boy. Sanim's wide blue eyes cast themselves to the heavens, wishing Eru take hold of her. Glancing to the dark water below she thought of becoming a rat herself - she would never, ever, be able to present herself to the Houses of Healing after being discovered here, but at least she would deflect the current discomfort.

She was stirred and steered away from the guards, having to make an exerted effort to close her own mouth in disbelief, and then again to supress the laugh that matched the Healer guarding her forth.

"My lady!" She gasped, some of the giggle breaking as she was gladly bourn upon the ship, "Master Healer." Pulling herself composed as she heard what was said to her. "Master Healer, my sincere gratitude."

When standing on as firm a ground as they expected for the next while Sanim drew herself around to look upon the woman who had pulled her aboard. In her own mind she had been hoping to fleece the guards on supposition that the Healer on the ship was an old man, gifted the voyage for his own prosperity. Instead, she was ardent to see the woman acclaimed Master Healer.

"I shall be your eyes.. your ears, your nose! Thank you for letting me on board, my lady. I did not mean to cause any offence or stirring. I just wanted to take in the event! My rouse was just that... rat fever... just a grasp." Her eyes could bore holes in the ship, as good as they would do any one. "I am Sanim, I could only be recognisable from my times in the infirmary as a child. I have worked with the sick in small towns, and I have spent times with healers and apothecaries on the road road from Edoras and the Elven realm. I am at your service, my Lady. Oh, and this is Kit. My apologies, we do not know you, Master Healer"

The cat tumbled from her arms, sensing the fidgeting nature of her speech. He landed on the floor with poise and grace, but with noise to alert all around as he was heavier than his ethereal fur would let know. He arched and stretched his limber spine, headbutted the boot of Sanim and then curled way around her shins, as well those of the woman with them, before looking where he could next pounce.

[Arnyn]

She'd just returned to the White City after a leave of absence, which she spent visiting her mother and brother in Ithilien. At home, she'd found an invitation to one of the most prestigious events of the year: the Anduin Cruise. She had been a loyal passenger during her first years in Minas Tirith, but it had been some years since she had boarded the beautiful ship that always cruised the river. She had frowned at this year's invitation; it seemed like the cruise had changed a bit since she'd last attended. Only a rare few were invited, and others had to pay a king's ransom to attend? That just seemed... ludicrous. Not really part of the Minas Tirith she remembered. She'd apparently earned her invitation because of her 'current but foremost past status with the city's military organizations" and her win at the Rohan tournament a while back. Great, she thought sarcastically. The tournament was one thing, but having it written down that it was mostly her former status that had earned her the invite, didn't exactly feel flattering. Nor should former status matter, right?

Then again, people who decided on ridiculous policies like these usually weren't the most reasonable individuals. It made her not want to attend.

But her brother had felt differently. He had come back with her from Ithilien, for a vacation of his own, and he clearly wanted her gone for a few days so he could have her house to himself and do what he wanted without having his sister around to watch his every move. Arnyn wasn't sure what to make of that, either.

In any case, she found herself in Harlond, watching the blitz of the City boarding the ship. Arnyn wondered if she would have anyone to talk to, even. She didn't know any of the individuals whom she watched board. With a sigh, she brushed some nonexistent smudge from her full length black cloak. It shielded her from the cold; but covered her dress completely. It was non-assuming, especially from a distance. Upon a second or closer look, however, one would notice it was made of the deepest black velvet, embroidered along the hems with small recurring white tree and stars symbols in silver thread. The hood's edges were lined with soft, black fur, but she'd pushed it back and it was mostly covered with her hair. When she walked, sometimes a glimpse of a deep blue skirt peeked through, while the rest of her attire remained hidden.

She was allowed on deck after showing her invitation, and a servant took her bag to the cabin that was assigned to her. It held a few things, including some toiletries an more clothes. As mentioned before, Arnyn was no stranger to these cruises. Sometimes, they went on for a few days rather than one long night. And Arnyn was nothing if not prepared.

When she was handed a glass of some bubbly drink, she gave a nod of thanks, but immediately regretted accepting it. She wasn't going to drink it, so why accept in the first place? So it was that she found herself roaming the deck with a pointless glass of alcohol in hand, the waves of her long golden blonde hair a vivid contrast against the deep black of her velvet cloak.

The people already aboard were mostly strangers to her. And.. lavishly dressed. She had yet to spot anyone she knew, although a few might already be here.

[Winddancer]

Lord Aradan and Lady Adanel of House Marach. Gelion, Guardian of House Marach

"Please! Please my Lord! I promise I will not tell anyone! I.. I will move, go someplace else! Just ple-"

"Enough! Take her from my sight!"

Turning from the pleading young woman, still in her nightgown, Aradan stared down into the flames of the fire as Gelion roughly dragged the crying girl out of the room. How could he have been this careless? Pregnant!? His lip curled in disgust at the mere thought. She was nowhere near enough worthy of carrying his child. Nothing but a simple servant, barely more than a street urchin. He would have to be more careful, to dispose of them sooner..

"My Lord?"

Gelion's question brought Aradan out of his dark reverie, a frown creasing his forhead as he turned to see what he wanted. He half expected that the man was going to tell him that his sister was causing some kind of scene, but as far as his quick glance around could tell, she was merely gawking at the tall masts like several of the other women had been.

"Your drink, my Lord.." Gelion held out the glass of amber liquid that sparkledlike gems in the light.

"Ah.. yes." Taking the glass, he turned back to look out across the harbour.

"By the way, the girl..?" Aradan left the question unspoken, glancing briefly back towards the other man.

"Gone, my Lord. As requested. My man will see to it that her body is never found.." The last was spoken in a whisper so low that Aradan himself almost missed what was said.

"Good, the last thing I want is for her to surface right now. It is too important that this goes off without a hitch." Aradan raised the glass of liquid amber to his pale lips and took a small sip, barely noting the burning sensation as he swallowed, his mind already on the current task at hand. Removing his father. It still infuriated him that he would not be there to see it with his own eyes, that he would have to wait ages for confirmation and at the same time act like he knew nothing. Soon though..

"She won't my Lord, my man has dealt with the others as well, we can trust him." Aradan did not even hear him, Gelion's words trailing off as he shifted a bit further away to give Aradan some space.

Gelion turned his head, looking to see where Lady Adanel had gotten to and saw she was fine, clearly enjoying herself. A twinge of guilt tightened his throat, but he managed to swallow it, his eyes returning to look at the same view as Aradan.

Adanel turned from gawking so openly at the tall masts, feeling half dizzy at their amazing heights and instead began to look at the people boarding the ship. A cat! Someone had brought their cat on board! With a happy chuckle she quickly made her way over, dodging this way and that and trying not to bump into anyone in her eagerness to get to the feline.

"Oh he is gorgeous!" She exclaimed as she squatted down very unladylike in her fine dress, and wriggled her fingers towards the cat in hopes to get to scritch it.

[Pele Alarion]

Only when they were a safe distance from the guards, Pele realised that she had not actually presented her own invitation; and yet she would not go back now to show it, lest she reconsider stepping on board and make a run for woods.

Instead, she now focused on whom she had actually brought aboard, hoping that she had not made a wrong move. Smile still lingering on her face, she considered Sanim and her words. She was not sure, and yet it seemed to her that she had spotted the woman and her cat somewhere, perhaps at an inn.

“You can call me Pele because… you see, technically I am off duty here, so it would be a great relief to me if you did make sure people were fine here – at any rate I see that you have some experience and there is no need for a crash course in bandaging cut fingers and alleviating nausea, right?” Pele said, wondering if she should later recruit the woman for the Houses of Healing since they always needed more staff.

“There shouldn’t be any great problems, or at least I hope so, and you should be able to just enjoy the cruise, make some friends and such… though beware of the haughty people who look down on everyone else,” she laughed again. “Just that you might have to figure out how to get a cabin, if you’ll want some more comfort. I could get you aboard, but not sure I’d have sway over the captain of the ship and his crew.”

She snatched a glass of some drink from a passing waiter and gave it to Sanim: “Here. Make sure you have a bit of fun!” Right then another young woman all but dove for the cat, and Pele stepped aside slightly. At the same time, as she lifted her eyes, she caught sight of what seemed to be familiar blond hair, matched with a black cloak.

“I’ll have to excuse myself; I think I see a friend I haven't seen in a while, but I’m sure we’ll run into each other again,” she said apologetically and hurried away to see whether she was right in her guess.

“Arnyn?” she said, a bit of doubt in her voice, as she caught up and was just half a step behind her friend.

~~~~~
As the preparation works were nearly brought to an end, yet another carriage rolled up, bringing a passenger. A woman stepped out of it, seemingly wrapped in several layers of silk garments in interchanging blue and white hues, a purple cape was fastened at her throat with a silver clasp, and a wide brimmed hat with a veil hid her features.

First she made sure that her luggage was taken aboard, and then followed it at a leisurely pace and waved her ticked almost in the guard’s face, holding it in the fingers of her slender hand covered by a white glove, reaching all the way up to her elbow.

“Lady Ciconia of Lamedon,” she announced in a voice that allowed no arguments, and then brushed past him to walk up the gangplank.

~~~~~
“Honoured and esteemed guests! Let me heartily welcome you aboard our ship!” a loud voice rose over the conversations that had started onboard. A rotund man seemed to bounce like an oversized ball on the platform that had been raised on the deck.

“We are about to set sail, so make sure you have found your cabins and settled in. There are drinks and snacks available on the deck for your refreshment, and in about half an hour we will be out on the river properly and able to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the sunset over the city and the mountains beyond,” he talked on, all his bouncing seemingly adding energy and loudness to his voice. “I will announce all other activities in due time during the cruise.”

Having said his little speech, the man disappeared from the platform as quickly as he had appeared, leaving it up to the guests to guess how a guy of his proportions could move so quickly.

Meanwhile the ship began to depart smoothly, released from the ropes and the gangplank that had kept it secured in place.

~~~~~
OOC note: if you still want to join in, feel free to post as if you had come onboard before departure, or jump/swim/fly/whatever to catch the ship, if you will.

[Arnyn]

A familiar voice made her turn around with some relief. She knew who it was before she saw the woman's face. "Pele!" Arnyn exclaimed, pulling her friend in with her free arm for a brief hug. "It feels like we haven't spoken in ages." Had Ithilien really kept her that long? She'd had leave for her absence, of course, but still. "I am glad to see you here. It's as if a multitude of new people soùehow sprouted up in our city, people whom I've never seen on these cruises before." Granted, it had been a couple of years since she had last attended one, but the ten or so faces she had seen, had all been strangers to her.
"Please tell me my initial impression is wrong and that there are at least a few others here I might know?" She was glad for Pele's presence - glad beyond words, actually - but it was always better to have a few friendly faces present rather than just the one.

At the sound of an announcement that was being made, Arnyn turned her head to the sound. The sight of a rather... big-boned man who was comically bending and stretching his legs as he spoke, made her raise an eyebrow in quizzical amusement.
When he was done, she turned her dark brown eyes back to Pele. "Since when do they keep the refreshments on deck during winter cruises?" It was both a genuine question and a muted complaint. While it was dry, it wasn't exactly warm out. Arnyn was glad she had worn one of her warmest (and finest) cloaks, but even the best cloak could only do so much while standing still on the deck of a sailing ship in the middle of winter.

Her eyes fell on the glass she'd been holding. "Do you want this, by any chance? I haven't touched it, I assure you." Arnyn felt the need to follow up with a brief explanation. She shrugged somewhat apologetically. "I still don't partake." Catching her with alcohol would mean something was very, extremely, incredibly amiss.

[Isolde Alarion]

Nelladel w/ Addhor
@Ercassie

It was now that she wished she were a few inches taller as she strained to see through the crowd. It was hopeless and she settled for waiting as she blew out an exaggerated puff of air. Luck it would seem would not leave her waiting for long.

“I will dare, if you do.” She smiled in relief and happiness to see him. “I could only dare to do this with you.” She had to chuckle. When he thanked her and complimented her she smiled. “I wouldn’t have missed this for anything and might I add you cut a fine figure.” No, she wasn’t embarrassed to admit he looked very handsome this evening.. not that he looked otherwise but she noticed the crisp white shirt and the polished boot that one could see their reflection in.

It was then announced that they were to set sail, she’d turned to watch the rather large man and his antic then turned back to Addhor. “I suppose that’s our cue.” She offered her arm. “Shall we dare?”

Once they’d presented their tickets and made their way aboard she waited on deck a moment to admire the workmanship first hand. It was beautiful but soon she turned back to Addhor. “Would you like something to eat or drink?” The ship started to move and she had to steady herself a short moment. She looked up at him slightly embarrassed. “It seems I didn’t pack my ship legs.” She chuckled. She was sure she’d get better the longer they were aboard.

[Pele Alarion]

"Ages it might as well have been," Pele laughed, returning Arnyn's hug happily. "And don't tell me about all the strange people. I did not wish to come at all, if not for Ilisys and her darned persistence that I should attend. Who knows... I might have just made it off without ever stepping onboard if not for a funny situation."

She glanced around at the gathered passengers and did not pay much attention to the announcement. "Well, I do not know if you know anyone else... Perhaps Isys?" Pele said thoughtfully and then looked back at Arnyn: "But at any rate I could introduce you to some others that are not all posh and might make the cruise pleasant enough for you."

"And no, that glass does not befit you at all," she than chuckled, "I can take it if you like, and perhaps have a few sips at least." Steadying herself against the initial movement of the ship, she allowed herself the liberty of taking the glass and tasting the beverage. "Hmm. Tastes fancy. It seems though that they are rather after money this year instead of providing entertainment for all interested people. I guess snacks are meant to keep the rich folk on the deck a bit longer so that they see the sunset."

And yet, while everything else could be ordered just so, the weather might not; and it seemed that a few clouds were gathering above the White Mountains, and it was not known whether those would make the sunset more glorious or hide it completely, even providing drenching rain - or snow - showers.

[Romeran]

An audible grumbling sound came from Romeran’s belly and he looked down “you got me into this” he chided his own stomach as he scrubbed the upper deck on the upper level of the ship. Apparently there was going to be some fancy cruise happening. It was the nicest ship Romeran had ever seen. It was also the first ship he had ever actually set foot on. Romeran had made his way to Minas Titith with very little to his name and while the Rangers provided housing and food when he was on duty, Romeran was a large (and possibly still growing) man and he found himself quickly running low on funds.

Exploring the city one day, trying to ignore the rumbling sounds of his stomach, Romeran found his way to the harbor. A ‘Hiring’ sign was posted on several walls throughout the harbor. They were hiring deck-hands and servants for a luxury cruise on the Anduin. ‘No experience necessary’ the signs proclaimed, ‘competitive compensation’ they boasted. On yet another impulse, Romeran had sought out the ship master and signed up to work the cruise, the master was eager to have such a ‘strapping young lad’ and ensured that Romeran would ‘learn a great deal’ and ‘meet all the important people’ although honestly Romeran was most excited at the prospect of leftover food.

He had barely finished mopping the decks when the guests started to arrive. Romeran had never seen such fine attire in his life and guests of all ages swanned aboard chatting about all sorts of things, too many for Romeran to follow while simultaneously trying to attend to his duties, currently ensuring that none of the rope lines were somewhere one of the guests might trip over. Romeran had moved to arranging drinks on a table when he spotted Ranger Pele - the first person he actually recognized - Romeran bowed his head and turned around, slightly embarrassed that he was working the event. He felt better when he saw some of hors d’oeuvres, they looked delicious, he sorely hoped that some of them would be left over.

[Arnyn]

When Pele mentioned Ilisys, Arnyn of course recognized the name. When Pele made it seem like she was unsure whether Arnyn knew the woman, the blonde Ranger nodded once. "Of course, I got to know her a little on the..." A pause. It would probably always remain a sore subject, considering what had happened then. "... the mission with Commander Amathen."

She was grateful that Pele made a suggestion to veer them away from such a depressing topic. "Why yes," she smiled, "introductions would be nice. And seeing Isys again would be interesting." It was high time she expanded her circle again. This time, she hadn't been away that long, but before returning to the summons of King Aragorn, she had been gone for a few years, after all. And people's lives didn't just stop - they took them to and from the City. Just like her life had.

"I think you hit the nail on the head," Arnyn agreed when Pele said the cruise organizers seemed to be after money more than anything. Glad to have Pele relieve her of the fancy alcoholic beverage, Arnyn slanted her head as she thought of a question she wouldn't just ask anyone here. But this was Pele, so... "Did you pay for your ticket, or did you get an invitation? I received the latter, but looking around at the people..." she hesitated. "I hope we are not here to serve as some form of entertainment for the rich and noble." She wasn't sure whether she wanted to explain that further, but ended up doing so - if only because she didn't want Pele to misunderstand. "As former high ranking members of the armed forces, we might be curious points of interest. Maybe." She gave Pele a searching look. "Or perhaps in your case, not a former high ranking member, yes?" She had expected the King to give Pele at least some form of command after the return from their first mission and the loss of their commander, but he had not done so immediately, and then Arnyn had left for a visit to Ithilien. She wasn't well informed of what had happened in the ranks in the meantime, especially since she had just returned earlier that day.

Due to professional malformation, Arnyn was prone to notice much -and she didn't miss one of the deck hands nodding at Pele. "I see that your habit of befriending people easily has not changed? Do you know that young man?" she asked Pele about Romeran, whio had meanwhile already turned around.
She wondered whether the refreshment table might also sport some warm beverages, like hot chocolate or coffee, or tea.

[Pele Alarion]

Pele sipped of the drink again, trying to determine its ingredients: it didn't seem like anything she had ever tasted, and while she could say for sure there was a fair amount of various spices added she couldn't name them all. "Interesting..." she noted more to herself, and then frowned when Arnyn mentioned invitations and tickets. "I found an invitation in the barracks. Would have not wasted that much money for an event I was not very interested in," she said, looked around and added in a quieter voice. "I suspect they invited me because they needed a healer here just in case some important folk get seasick."

"Or maybe... they want us to play bodyguards of sorts?" she then suggested and laughed softly at the idea, shrugging lightly right after. "And no, I still am a former high ranking member. I doubt it would mean much to these people that I've been pushing papers from one corner of commander's office to another." While the paperwork was not the most exciting thing to do, it also gave her an opportunity to meet some of the recruits, which was a part of the job that she relished in. At any rate, it was not too demanding and had given her a plenty of time to recover both physically and mentally, mostly at least. Except for that missing finger, that is. "I figure they just want me to sort things nicely for whoever will take the office next," Pele added, still wondering how much her misadventures abroad would affect the options available to her.

She glanced up to see who Arnyn was referring to and noted that Romeran somehow seemed reluctant to be seen, perhaps busy working, or was it that he was not too proud of the work he was doing? "Oh... Some things just might not change," she said with a smile. "That's Romeran, the new Ranger recruit, so yes... I do know him, a bit."

Deciding that perhaps a moment's distraction would not harm, she looked from him back to Arnyn. "I wouldn't mind to say hi to him. Care to be introduced?"

Not wanting to call across the whole deck, she took a few quick steps, coming to a stop next to Romeran. "Good to see you, Romeran!" she said, smiling. "It seems that you have found a little bit of a side-job? Which is always good." Then she leaned in a bit closer to say almost in his ear: "Don't let anyone look down on you; and if anyone does... tell me." When she took a step away, both seriousness and warmth reflected by her eyes told him that she meant business. "We are not exactly out on a mission, but it always helps to know more comrades..." she then hastened with introductions. "This is Arnyn, one of the best Rangers there are, and a good friend of mine." Turning to Arnyn, she said: "This is Romeran, a very eager Ranger Recruit."

Only then she looked at the assortment set out on the table, wondering if she should empty the glass of the spicy drink or replace it with something else.

[Romeran]

He'd been spotted. Well there was no use in trying to stay hidden now, he supposed, although in hindsight he wasn't sure how he expected to be out of sight the entire time. It wasn't that he was necessarily embarrassed to be working -- he had worked hard his entire, albeit short, life -- he just didn't see any other rangers working a side-job like this, and he didn't want to make a bad impression. But he was hungry.

'Oh no, they're coming over' He thought to himself as he noticed Pele and Arnyn heading his way, "be cool" he said, under his breath. Ranger Pele came up to his side, yeah, she'd definitely seen him, there was no denying that. Romeran stood up straightly, only that made him stand out even more. His dark skin (darker still than even those in Lossarnach, not quite as dark as his father though), thick long hair and black beard, which he was quite proud of if he did say so himself, would have made anyone stand out, but then Romeran was also...large and mostly muscle after years of constant manual labor. If he was trying not to stand out, he was doing a very poor job of it. But to his comfort, Pele spoke warmly and he felt more at ease, especially when she said that it was good that he was working. He felt slightly more relieved, and even more so when she spoke to him closer, he nodded in response.

Romeran bowed somewhat awkwardly when Pele introduced Arnyn and a loose strand of black hair fell into his face. He quickly brushed it aside. "It is an honor to meet you, Ranger Arnyn. I only hope one day you will be able to say the same of me" he said, reverently, "you can call me Rome, if you'd like" he also added. Apparently his name had some sort of meaning, although he could never pry it out of his mother, something to do with his father. Romeran found himself suddenly awestruck at the pair in front of him. He couldn't believe that recently he was working on a farm thirty leagues from the city dreaming about becoming a ranger and now he was standing among them as a recruit.

At this point Romeran quickly realized he was supposed to be working the ship and he stepped back slightly, he motioned his hand at the table of drinks he had set up. "There are more of the spiced cocktails, but also a hot kettle for tea and coffee and this one" he said, practically licking his lips "is hot apple cider, the left one is alcoholic" he said, hoping he had remembered correctly -- although luckily they were actually labeled, the caterer hadn't expected to rely on the memory of servants. Romeran's stomach grumbled loudly and he looked down embarrassedly.

[Rillewen]

Lord Ademar 'Ansellidus', with Lady Alyssa 'Ansellidus'

"We'll find our cabin later," Ademar answered his wife's unspoken question, after the announcement. Their luggage had been brought on board and sent to their cabin by servants, so he had no reason to bother about that just yet. Instead, he preferred to investigate the drinks offered by the ship's host, and guided Alyssa along with him to the table of refreshments. Taking one of the glasses filled with some, most likely expensive, drink, the 'Nobleman' of Dol Amroth seemed to otherwise ignore the servant(@Romeran) in charge of them as he looked over a selection of hors d’oeuvres. Nearby, he spied a woman ranger(@Pele Alarion) he had seen around Minas Tirith; he would need to be wary of her, he thought as he took a casual sip of his drink. "Have one?" He offered another glass, just like his own, to Alyssa.

"Thank you..dear.. but I'd prefer something else." She replied softly. Reclaiming her arm from his, the young woman chose a cup of tea, carefully pouring the hot water herself, before any servants decided they needed to do that for her. It was rather cooler out than she had anticipated, and wished for something warmer around her shoulders. The tea would have to suffice. She offered a polite smile to the young man tending to the refreshment table before turning to rejoin her husband.

"Come over here, Alyssa," Ademar encouraged his wife to move to the railing with him, deciding to move to a better vantage point, further from the rangers. Pausing to lean comfortably against the railing, he scanned the crowd so far who had boarded the ship, whilst half-way listening to other conversations nearby. Nothing of particular interest to him, but it never hurt to know a few things, as the slightest little snippet of conversation could prove to be rather profitable. Especially to someone who was searching for a very evasive quarry. The moment he heard about this cruise, it had occurred to him that a thief such as her might be strongly tempted to steal away on this ship, hoping to rob those rich enough to be here. One could say that was his reason for making sure he was here, though of course.. even if she didn't show, it was an excellent excuse to be here to enjoy the cruise, himself.

The moment the ship began to move, Alyssa gasped softly, a bit unsteady though it was moving quite smoothly. Trying to steady herself, she grasped the railing with her free hand. How did others manage so easily, she wondered while trying not to spill her tea. After a moment, she glanced at Ademar, noticing his sea-green gaze was roaming across the deck, watching the other people there, almost as if searching for someone. "It.. might be a good idea to locate our cabin now, so that we know where to find it later," She suggested, tentatively. "I could-"
"No, we'll find it later." He replied. "We wouldn't want to miss the sunset, would we?" He glanced down at her and smiled. "Nor any of the other festivities."
"No... I suppose not," She agreed with slight reluctance, though she would have liked to warm up a little in the cabin. Sipping her tea, her hazel eyes instead searched to find where the girl with the cat had gone off to, wondering if the guards had let her and her cat on board.

[Rillewen]

Meressel and Dinalagossel

"Ooh, it's starting!" Meressel bounced eagerly, trying to see over the others as someone began to make an announcement about the cruise. "This is so exciting," She whispered to her cousin. Having procured some yummy snacks to munch on, the girls had begun to wander off so they might explore the ship when the man began to speak, stopping them .

Beside her, Dina glanced up at the man making the announcement, and listened carefully to the instructions. Glancing off toward the city, and the mountains beyond, the sixteen-year-old hoped the sunset would be one of the more beautiful ones, so it would be more worthwhile to watch. If the clouds covered it up, then it would be quite a disappointment, but she didn't suggest the idea to her cousin.

"Do you think they asked Father to draw the map for this voyage?" Meressel asked, intrigued with the idea that her father might have been some instrumental part of making this happen.
"Um, I think he mostly deals in making maps of uncharted things," Dina's answer dashed those hopes. "I'd guess they probably already had plenty of maps of the river. Sorry," She could see the disappointment on her cousin's face, but it vanished quickly as Meressel shrugged.
"Oh well," She nibbled on a little cake. "Mm, these are so good." The girl declared, debating about going to get some more, until her attention was distracted by a gorgeous dress another lady had on. "Ohh! Look at her dress," She caught Dina's arm, nodding to indicate. "Isn't it pretty?" She paused, thinking a moment, then added, "I think I'll ask Father to buy me a new dress, when we get home. You should have one too!"
"Oh... well-"
"Come on, Dina, let's go and find him." Meressel pulled at her arm, eager to put in her request as soon as possible.

Dina resisted her pull, however, her attention caught elsewhere. "No, that's alright," She answered quietly. "You go ahead. I uh, want to get some more cider," She offered her explanation, hoping it would be enough to satisfy her cousin.
"Aw, but I want you to come with me." Meressel pouted.
"You don't need me with you all the time," Dina pointed out. "Go and find Uncle Brenior, I'll be right here."
"Alright." Meressel shrugged and bounced off to find her father, much to Dina's relief.

The older of the two girls now returned her attention to the man she had spotted. Until now, she had only seen him at a distance, but she was sure that he was the man who posed such danger to her friend, though neither of them were quite sure why. Perhaps, if she could get a little closer, she might eavesdrop and overhear something that could provide some clue about him and his reasons for persecuting her friend. Dina kept one eye on him as she carefully made sure to pass near the couple by the railing, as slowly as she dared, on her way back to the refreshment table.

[Arnyn]

With a nod of her head, she agreed Pele could also be of interest because of her skill at healing. "Well, I would respect that reason. The organizers could only be applauded if they had their guests' wellfare in mind." She shrugged. You never knew what might happen, or who might board the ship in a clandestine fashion. She had seen too much to believe only those who were supposed to be here, would actually be here.

A light chuckle escaped her when Pele suggested they might have invited them as bodyguards. "If that was the case, perhaps they should have mentioned a more practical dress code for us." The dress wouldn't exactly render her useless - far from it, but if that had been the idea, she wouldn't have worn one, to be sure.

Pele's response to her question about rank, cast a frown on her features. "Really? They are expecting you to push papers, in the commander's office, while not holding any type of rank?" She could hardly believe it. "Is this the King's wish?" That couldn't be right... "Is anyone aiding you in this? Did you get orders or have you taken it upon yourself in silence?" Too many probing questions, perhaps, but Arnyn couldn't help it - it seemed like a grand injustice to be saddled with (in her mind) some of the most tedious command work, while not actually carrying any kind of command. Especially in an organization held to such esteem, such things should not be happening. Part of her deliberated whether her reputation might earn her an audience with the King to discuss the matter and set things right for her friend. Perchance King Aragorn was not aware of the situation?

Pele added a name to the face of the deck hand Arnyn had referred to. Romeran. Arnyn's eyes widened in slight surprise when Pele added he was the new Ranger recruit. "Oh, they are taking on new recruits? Excellent!" Some of her best memories were associated with her own training as well as the training of others. It could be something to look forward to, in time. She agreed to introductions with a smile at her friend.

Pele's introduction made her somewhat self conscious. "Thank you, Pele, but please don't raise his expectations too high from the onset." Arnyn gave the two a grin and then focused on Romeran. "I will definitely agree to being Pele's good friend, however." Strong build, darker type. Could be an interesting more heavy infantry addition, perhaps. An axe wielder, perchance - he had the build to wield a larger such weapon. Whether he could learn the necessary techniques, would remain to be seen. With a mental eyeroll at her own thoughts (years of Rangering had shaped her mind into something she could hardly shake, even in standard social situations), she momentarily put a fist to her heart. "Rome it is, then. Well met! I look forward to working with you." She dropped her hand again quickly - they were off duty, after all. At his mention of spiced cocktails, she made a face. His mention of coffee and tea drew out a pleased expression. "Ah, excellent!"

Strangely enough, Romeran looked a bit... embarrassed? Arnyn decided not to embarrass him further by drawing any attention to it, and took a step closer to the table nearby to inspect her choices more closely. "Thank you for the useful information, Romeran. The ship is lucky to have you on the payroll, this night!"

After pouring herself a steaming cup of coffee and adding some milk, she turned her attention back to Pele and Romeran. She didn't want to seem like she was keeping him from his duties, nor did she want to seem like she wasn't interested in his company, but as she was contemplating Romeran would just have to take initiative himself if his duties required him to be elsewhere, the sound of an empty stomach interjected the momentary silence.
Arnyn took a sip of her drink, raising one eyebrow ever so slightly. "They didn't offer you a meal since you started your shift?" The second injustice of the night! Romeran had probably been working for a few hours before the guests had been expected to start arriving, and the evening was well under way, now. Did the organizers expect their employees not to have basic human needs? She had half a mind of seeking someone out to discuss the matter. Depending on Romeran's reply, of course.

[Pele Alarion]

As it were, Pele had not been notified that she would be required to practice healer skills on the ship, so she had only packed some basic supplies and hoped that it would not come to needing any serious medical interventions. Besides... if she had Sanim to aid a bit. Her gaze looked around the deck for the passenger she had all but smuggled aboard, before returning back to the conversations at hand.

"Perhaps I'm doing more than I was asked... and I doubt the King knows much of it," Pele had responded at seeing Arnyn's frown. "I was just asked to settle what remained after that mission, and found that other things just kept coming... so I did them in the absence of any other orders." Perhaps she should have just spoken up of the existing needs, but it hadn't seemed so urgent, and she had assumed that it was common knowledge that administrative stuff would have to be handled even after the mission, and something would be done to deal with it.

Either way, perhaps this was a good time to think of other things which were not a daily business. She found herself finishing the glass of the spicy beverage out of politeness, and then choosing a cup of steaming tea. "What do you mean expectations too high?" she glanced sideways at Arnyn, when her friend protested against the compliment. "I think I've learned so much from you and..." she shrugged, and took a careful sip of the tea, quiet laughter glinting in her eyes.

It seemed that Romeran's stomach had a way of choosing just the most embarrassing times to speak up, and Pele hastily attended to another sip of tea before laughter escaped her. The young man appeared to be in a constant state of hunger, though considering his age and stature it was not surprising that his body needed more sustenance.

"Well... Perhaps some cure can be found for it right here," she snatched up two small wedges of cheese, popped one of these in her own mouth and offered the other to Romeran. "Eat at least something so that you are not distracted in your work, Rome, even if you will get a proper meal later. Hopefully?" she said, not in the most ladylike manner, with her mouth full. It could not be that people working to keep the cruise running were kept in the status of slaves. The thought made Pele frown slightly, as she munched on the cheese.

[Romeran]

More people were coming for drinks at the table Romeran was serving. This time it was a noble lord (@Rillewen) and his wife, or well companion at least, Romeran corrected his own assumption. They looked real 'proper-like' he thought, certainly not the type Romeran was used to being around. He smiled at them politely, trying to look less like a grinning bear than he usually did. To Romeran's great relief they helped themselves to drinks thus saving Romeran from potentially embarrassing himself by accidentally spilling a drink or answering a question poorly. Romeran wondered if he'd ever feel confident around all these people like Ranger Pele and Ranger Arnyn seemed, maybe it just came with time he hoped.

Romeran chuckled quietly at Arnyn's remark about them being lucky that he was on the payroll. "I'm not too sure about that, mopping decks and hauling lines I can do, but I feel a bit out of place" he looked down at the apron they had put the servers in -- his barely fit -- "I'm not used to being around such noble company" he said after the lord and lady had walked away. As was common, Romeran's stomach had interrupted him, he blushed (although it was hard to tell) when Arnyn brought it up. "Oh they fed us," he confessed "a few hours ago. I'm afraid I'm just... usually hungry" he smiled weakly, it was common for growing boys to be endless food-pits, it seemed Romeran hadn't quite grown out of that yet. He accepted the cheese offered by Pele, although he looked around quickly before to see if the ship master was watching -- he was not, apparently one of the 'noble' guests was talking his ear off. Romeran quickly ate the cheese "thanks" he said with a smile.

"So uh" he paused again looking around, when he was quite sure that the master was still busy, he asked in a hushed voice "what's the deal with this cruise anyway? Is this just something fancy people do?" he paused realizing that both Arnyn and Pele were guests and not working like him, he quickly interjected, unintentionally slightly louder, "I mean, not that I'm saying you're fancy... " his eyes bulged "I mean, not that you're not fancy... " he looked down at his feet "I should just learn to shut up" he said with a small laugh.

[Arnyn]

When Romeran mentioned he wasn't used being around noble company, Arnyn shrugged. "You know... there are so many kinds of nobles. I have served with rangers from noble lineages. So has Pele, for that matter." She took a casual sip from her cup. "Makes you realize they eat and piss just like the rest of us." Probably no one had overheard, and even if they had - the words may have sounded crude but that did not make them any less true.
"In my experience, having a name or money doesn't make you noble," she mused as Romeran ate the cheese Pele offered. "Your ideals, your behavior, your actions - those are the things that do."

Pele saying she learned so much from her, brought a slight smile to Arnyn's face. "You honor me, Pelepele. I am glad to have been of service," the blonde Ranger nodded. "But perhaps I should have taught you a bit more about standing up for yourself," she added, muttering those last words. Arnyn didn't like how Pele had allowed herself to take on the paperwork of the King's Rangers without anything in return. It was selfless, yes, but it wasn't right. Rank and a payraise is what she should have gotten. Arnyn was pretty sure Pele would have taken on other responsibilities as well, besides the paperwork. She fought off a slight shudder. Paperwork. When she had nightmares, they would involve written reports and approvals more frequently than bloodthirsty enemies.

She'd just been about to formulate a reply to Romeran's question about the deal with the cruise, when he went and got himself into trouble. Arnyn had to grin. "Nooo!" she laughed goodnaturedly, "no need to grow silent!"
"Honestly... in the past, these cruises were like... a blending of a higher end tavern, nice vistas from the River, and good friends. A night or a few days of silliness, conversation and excellent company." A small sigh. "This time it does appear... a bit different." Arnyn took another sip of coffee. "However, I do not wish to judge too quickly. After all, I have already gotten to know at least one interesting person." She gave Rome a smile and then shot a merry glance at Pele.

"So, do either of you have an idea of what they might have planned this year?" She was rather curious this evening.

[Pele Alarion]

"True enough, everything depends on character, not on thickness of the coin pouch," Pele agreed with Arnyn's comment on the nobles and was satisfied that Romeran had at least one bit of cheese in his belly now until he was allowed to have something more filling. "That apron does look strange on you, Rome, but as long as you still handle yourself with all those foods, and all sorts of attitudes..."

Once again she looked over the goods offered on the table, yet did not take anything more, and glanced at Arnyn when she heard the muttered words. "You can still do that kind of teaching too," she muttered back and chuckled softly. She was not about to argue because she knew quite well that her friend was right.

Turning her back to the table, Pele once again looked around at the gathered people for familiar faces, but it did not appear to be an easy task with everyone dressed up, and many unfamiliar faces. At any rate she thought she caught a glimpse of Nell somewhere, but she was not sure with all the movement on the deck.

"What did you say, Rome?" she asked, turning her attention back to him. "Fancy and not fancy at the same time?" She could not help but laugh, "That is kind of how I feel. Dressed up in a fancy dress when I would have preferred a uniform."

A shrug was the most appropriate answer to Arnyn's question about the plans on the ship: "I figure watching sunset is in order, and eating and drinking, but I am not sure they have really advertising the whole programme anywhere, or perhaps I have simply missed it." At any rate, Pele hoped that all the effort of being dressed up would be worth the time spent on the cruise, and that there would be something interesting except for lengthy sessions of small talk with some truly fancy and arrogant folk.

[Rillewen]

Dinalagossel

With her cousin now gone, Dina took her time in crossing the deck. The man she was watching seemed, thankfully, oblivious to her observation. Still, if what her friend said about him were true, he was very dangerous. She would have to be careful if she were going to try and learn anything about him, and she had to think for a moment about the best way to go about it. Should she follow him at a distance and try to listen to anything he said? Or perhaps, be even more daring, and try to get involved in a conversation with him, or perhaps his lady friend. Calling attention to herself might be a little risky, but he had no reason to suspect she was at all tied to her friend, so it was an option she could consider. For now, though, she wanted to observe and decide for certain what her plan was to be. She could think about it as she loitered near the snack table, she figured, which ought not look too terribly suspicious.

Still, Dina hesitated a little to approach the snack table, seeing that there were a few people now gathered, talking with the man who seemed to be in charge of it. She didn't want to intrude, but she did need a reason to lurk nearby, so after a moment's hesitation, she stepped closer. The girl couldn't help overhearing a few words spoken by one of the ladies standing there. "...Dressed up in a fancy dress when I would have preferred a uniform." She smiled to herself.. she felt a bit the same, dressed up in this fancy dress, but it wasn't really her, no matter how much her family tried to change her to be like them. "Excuse me, sir," She spoke a little timidly, addressing the man at the snack table when there was a brief pause in their conversation. "Have you got any..um, hot chocolate?" She inquired, feeling quite sure she hadn't seen any of that on the table before. Offering a shy smile to the two ladies there, she hoped they didn't mind her brief interruption. "Hello.. it's a lovely ship, isn't it?" The girl asked softly, trying to think of something to say.

@Romeran @Pele Alarion @Arnyn

[Romeran]

Thankfully, Arnyn and Pele were good humored and seemed to enjoy Romeran's ability to speak himself into trouble. He was beginning to ease up a bit, even though he was working an unfamiliar job among even more unfamiliar people.

Arnyn's description of past cruises made some amount of sense. It was like a party, he supposed, but on a boat. Romeran's family's farm wasn't that close to the river Anduin so he hadn't spent much time around boats, although he'd seen them before. Pele's description seemed much similar "So like a floating party I suppose only it's not someone's birthday" he mused, maybe this was normal for people who lived near the water. "and there are more fancy people here this time" Romeran joked slightly, using the same word again. The sunset sounded nice, he thought, but wondered whether or not he would be able to see it or if the ship master would have him working on something elsewhere.

Romeran turned quickly to Dinalagossel as she spoke. "yes of course m'lady" he said, his hand motioned to another hot beverage dispenser "I just brought this one out, it has hot-chocolate" he continued with a smile and then motioned to mugs "and there are some mugs here. Would you like me to make you some or would you like to pour it yourself?" he asked, remembering his duties. Romeran hoped that Dinalagossel hadn't overheard his earlier remarks calling people here fancy, he hoped that it wouldn't get him in trouble. Romeran was saving up to have a hafted axe made just for him in a particular way and he could use the money.

[Arnyn]

Too bad they didn't have a programme up somewhere. Pele had made a good suggestion, as far as Arnyn was concerned. She thought she remembered that a few years back, sometimes they did have that. Of course, usually some silliness or other would occur to... make things more interesting. Hiding part of her face behind her steaming cup, she intentionally did not mention one year using decorative streamers to still catch the ship even as it had begun sailing away. She might as well have died from a bad fall. Never matter, it had all worked out in the end.

Ah, to be very young and impetuous.

A very young girl in a golden dress (Dina) approached the table, and after asked Rome for hot chocolate, she tried to make some conversation. Arnyn raised her own cup at the girl. "Good evening. It certainly is at that. Now all it needs is some equally lovely entertainment. Surely they won't simply life off the sunset?" the question was almost hopeful. And if the organisers hadn't planned anything... Where were the silly people when you needed them? Perhaps a few of the nobles would cause a ruckus at some point, which might be worthwhile to witness.
"My name is Arnyn. What can we call you?" she asked Dina with a smile.

[The Good Hunter]

Gah that woman was insufferable! Idril, or the girl being called Idril on this cruise anyway, enjoyed antagonizing her though. The downside to such antagonization was that, inevitably, she was going to be drawn into all sorts of things she didn’t give two figs about. Speaking of figs, she really wanted something to eat. Did they have figs here? It was a fancy cruise full of rich fops, there had better be figs here! Idril had never had a fig before, hadn’t actually even seen one, but she assumed this place would have them. There was just the matter of finding them and stuffing her pockets full. Lady Lômibêth, or as Idril called her, the pretty stick in the mud, would disapprove and feel embarrassed and irate if she caught Idril stealing food. So, naturally, that was exactly what she was going to do. The pretty stick in the mud was ready some lurid book about the things rich women do, so absorbed in it that she probably didn’t even notice that the cruise had begun. Idril was stuck on a boat with none of her street friends and no one to talk to. Before she met the pretty stick in the mud, she would have been despondent. She would have thought this was the end. Everyone knew what evil sorts of things rich nobles did to orphans if they caught them. However, she had learned a few things in the preceding months working for Lady Lômibêth. She knew how to start blending in, how to hide, and how to cause a stir.

And speaking of stirs, Idril found the perfect way to start one. Somehow, for some reason, someone brought a cat on board. Normally, the little girl wouldn’t care about cats, they weren’t friendly and were more often than naught competitors in table scraps and dry sleeping places. Dogs were so much better, sadly there were no dogs aboard. That would have made the trip a little more fun. Stealing someone’s dog was something Idril had always wanted to do. She was going to just have to make do stealing a cat. She didn’t think too hard about what she was going to do with the cat once she got it, nor did she think too hard on what she was going to do to get the cat. Plans were for adults, and Idril was going to be a child forever. She was smart enough to know how awful it was being grown up.

There were other children on the cruise too, but Idril paid them no mind. Their pretty dresses and unmussed hair told her everything she needed to know, that they were dull as pond water and half as flavorful. They wouldn’t be any help getting the cat, Idril smirked, they probably didn’t even know what to do with a cat once they had one. She eyed them from her hiding spot behind one of the servers (hopefully he wouldn’t notice her hiding just yet), they would make excellent scapegoats. She had no idea what a scapegoat was, but she’d heard Lady Lômibêth use the phrase more than once and figured she was thinking of the word correctly. They did look particularly goatish to her now that she looked at them with a discerning eye. She knew what a goat was.

She crept out from behind the server’s shadow and, quick as her little legs would carry her, darted in front of the lady (Lady Adanel) and grabbed the cat in her arms. The cat hissed and spat and clawed at her, but only a few of the talons managed to scrap the skin deep enough to look concerning. She wrapped the hissing ball of death and rage into her skirt and darted below decks. This place was a huge maze, there would be no way someone would find her down there.

Now came the question she’d put off: what the bloody hell was she going to do with a captured cat on a ship in the middle of a river? Sometimes, she thought, it paid to think things through.

[Lail]

Ljúfa

Watching people, and saying nothing, was terribly dull. Ljúfa did her best to take her time and take everything (and everyone in) the way she had been taught. Watch, listen, wait. By the time the ship rocked into motion and a soft breeze rose up, she hid a half-stifled yawn behind a gloved hand. This silence was not going to last much longer and it might, in fact, kill her if it did.

Out of patience, Ljúfa trailed along the railing to the nearest guests. A pair of men watched the sun slip toward the horizon, one with luminous pale hair and the other, well, a bit less eye-catching to her. As she approached, she could not see their expressions, nor overhear their murmured words.

Less interested in the view than the people on board, Ljúfa leaned her back against the railing and faced them, positioning herself beside Aradan. Well-tailored clothing with silver-stitching and hair the color of moonlight marked him as someone of status, with money and means. Someone worth her time. Someone with potential, who might fund her. She sipped her wine, the bubbles tickling her mouth pleasantly, and smiled. This was what she had been waiting for, what she wanted more than anything, and she saw her first real chance right here, right now, to try. If only she didn’t mess it up somehow...

“Admiring the view?” she asked sweetly, her gaze fixed firmly on Aradan, almost as if Gelion was not there at all.

[Rillewen]

Dinalagossel

The server seemed friendly enough, and Dina was a bit surprised to hear him say that he did actually have hot chocolate. Well, that was nice, hot chocolate was good, but she had sort of expected him to say they didn't, and she'd have an excuse to take a bit of time deciding what else she'd rather have. An excuse to stand nearby and, as subtly as possible, observe the couple across the deck by the railing. "Oh, wonderful!" She smiled despite the unexpected answer, and paused to consider his question. "If you don't mind, could you pour it, please?" She picked up an empty mug and held it out, a little tentative. "It must be a full pot, and I would hate to spill it."

Returning the smile to Arnyn, Dina felt slightly more at ease. It was hard to tell sometimes if someone would be friendly or snooty, and given her usual companion, the company the two girls tended to find themselves among seemed to favor the latter. "I'm Dina," She answered, taking a look around. "I heard there was to be some sort of fancy dinner, or something." She mentioned thoughtfully, unsure whether Meressel had exaggerated or if her information was true. "Perhaps there will be some sort of musicians, or some such thing?" She paused, another thought occurring to her. "Oh... do you suppose there might be dancing?" She frowned, a little worried by that thought. People of higher status seemed to enjoy balls and dancing and all that stuff, and Dina wasn't very good at dancing. It hadn't occurred to her before, and now that it had, she hoped that if there was any sort of dance in the plans, she could manage to avoid getting dragged into it.

[Romeran]

The pot of hot chocolate was indeed rather full as Romeran had just recently brought it to the table along with other hot drinks (tea, coffee and cider) the caterer had suggested hot chocolate as she knew that some younger children would be aboard and thought it would be a nice treat for them. Romeran picked up the kettle, it was quite heavy, and poured some of the contents into one of the mugs which Dinalgossel had handed him, he then put on a small dish that went with it. It smelled delicious and Romeran had half a mind to see if he could save some for himself later, he wondered if anyone would notice. He smiled as he handed it back trying his best not to look like a disheveled smiling bear, but to only a small degree of success. "Here you are miss' he said.

When Dina mentioned a 'fancy dinner' Romeran grimaced. Had she overheard his remarks? He wondered, was this some attempt at teasing him or was she actually offended and about to go tell her mother or father. Romeran cursed his foolishness at speaking openly when surrounded by Gondorian 'nobility'. Dinalagossel didn't push the remark any further or really make it seem that she had mentioned it intentionally. Romeran sighed quietly in relief, perhaps it had been a coincidence after all.

At the mention of possible music, Romeran was quite excited. Obviously music was common everywhere and even on his farm some of the hands were reasonable flute or fiddle players. But seeing professional musicians was something Romeran had never done and he was quite excited by the prospect. He was beginning to wish he had asked the ship master what the program actually was, not that he had expected that they would have told him anyway. At the mention of dancing, however, Romeran was suddenly glad that he was a servant rather than a guest. The idea of having to be corralled to a dance floor to further embarrass himself was not appealing, Romeran had very little experience dancing, especially among such 'fancy' people who he naturally assumed had very specific dance customs that he certainly wouldn't be aware of.

[Winddancer]

Lord Aradan and Lady Adanel of House Marach. Gelion, Guardian of House Marach

No attention to the announcement made about their departure was paid by either of the twins. One was cooing over the long haired cat and the other was turned away from the rest of the people on board as if he had been slighted and was sulking in the corner. Though staying close to Lord Aradan, Gelion was the only one that turned enough to look at who was yelling out the announcement, his keen eyes scanning those aboard. He was still a bodyguard afterall. Critical eyes fell on one of the servers near the table holding the drinks, eyes narrowing as they took the young man's appearance in. The young man looked completely out of place in both his surroundings and the uniform, his massive build far larger than any of the other servants there. Instantly suspicious, Gelion made a note to keep an eye on that one specifically. It would not be the first attempt on the Lord or Lady's life and knowing what he knew, it likely wasn't the last either.

Adanel leaned forward even more to get to the cat. Like most felines this one was very particular about who it would let scratch him, but that did not deter her. She was nothing if not persistent. Looking up towards the owner of the cat, she was about to ask for permission, which was long overdue, when suddenly a small figure darted out in front of her and grabbed the cat. Startled she let out a yelp, hands flying out to prevent herself from ending up on her backside, though she managed to see it was a young girl. One who was going to sport several scratches by the looks of it as she bundled it into her skirt and ran.

"What the.. why?" Was all she managed as she pushed herself back onto her feet and stood back up. Smoothing down her dress she looked at the other woman quizzically, wondering what had just happened and if the girl was the actual owner and not this woman.

***

Aradan's pale grey eyes kept a close watch on the height of the sun, the minutes seemlingly ticking away torturously slow. When he heard the bells toll in the distance, moments before the announcement was made that they were leaving, he breathed a satisfied sigh of relief. If all had gone well, it should now be over. It was all his. Uncharacteristically for him, he sported a selfsatisfied smile as he continued to look out at the view before him. Now came the horrible waiting until he was "told" of his poor father's horrific demise. He was not a patient person.

Gelion had watched the young woman advance, having peeled his eyes from the large young man as the girl started to get near. A hand slid to the hilt of his dagger, a step taken to close in on Lord Aradan so that he was within reach to pull him out of the way. Assassins came in every shape and form, including pretty young women. In his experience they were the most successful, just like deadly sirens.

“Admiring the view?”

Aradan had not even noticed that someone had approached and for a long moment he did not even acknowledge the young woman's presence, his eyes closing to hide them rolling with exasperation. Taking another sip, expecting to to see yet another boring old fart who wanted to pawn their equally boring daughters on him, he was surprised to see that was not the case.

"Miss.." Gelion interjected as the woman stepped a little too close, his hand out to keep her advancing further.

Aradan extended a hand of his own and stopped Gelion. While he would have preferred to be alone so that he could go over what his father's face would have looked like as he died, he realised it would benefit his own story if he had a memorable alibi.That she was pretty, in a peasant kind of way, only made it easier to bear her company.

"I am indeed, it is quite the view. Wouldn't you agree, Miss..?" Turning fully towards the young lady, he reached out his hand to take hers and with exaggerated flourish give it a little kiss as he smiled up at her.

[Arnyn]

Arnyn smiled. "Hello, Dina." When the girl mentioned dinner, Arnyn nodded. Food was to be expected. The fancy part, as well. And musicians were also very likely. When the word 'dancing' crossed Dina's lips, Arnyn's facial expression was difficult to read.

In truth, she could have facepalmed herself. The probability that there would be dancing, was high. Thinking back on previous cruises, she only now realized most of them had featured dancing of some sort. Holding back a sigh, the Hyandaner slowly ran a hand through her long, blonde waves. She had the skills and didn't mind the activity per se, but it always felt more or less like a blend of a popularity contest (if you knew a lot of people present) or a meat market (if you didn't). She glanced at Pele. And for her friend, such activities could very well be a painful reminder of what she had lost.

Perhaps it was good she was here, then.
"I suppose we will just have to let the evening play itself out," Arnyn replied. Her dark brown eyes fell on both Dina and Romeran in turn. "Let us pass the time until they surprise us. Where are you two from?"

[Pele Alarion]

Pele

When Dina approached them, and the table with treats, Pele smiled her welcome at the girl and thought distractedly that she should get herself a cup of hot chocolate too. Once she had finished the tea first, of course. While she was still a part of the group and listening in to the small talk while not actively participating, her gaze wandered off towards the sunset scenery. While she might enjoy some food, she was not sure she would want anything to do with musicians or dancing; she was not sure she would ever want to dance again.

"They better have something more interesting planned instead of dancing," she grumbled softly, unwilling to admit in front of unfamiliar people what she was truly feeling, and that she once again regretted not having ridden off like a wind to escape the whole thing.

~~~~~
Lady Ciconia

She carefully maintained her haughty and off-standish air, as she was slowly heading for the table with snacks, but she halted mid-way and took a proper look at the people there, and then glanced around at other visitors. She made a slow circle with all due elegance, as if to enjoy the scenery on the river banks, as well as the lanterns decorating the masts. Then she headed for Ilisys at a slow and graceful pace.

"A beautiful evening, is it not?" she said to the lady, as she looked over the exquisite garments with certain appreciation, before looking up at the face. A hint of recognition appeared in the dark narrowed eyes behind the veil as Ciconia looked at the face of the other lady.

"Have you come all the way from Dol Amroth for this?" she asked, as if wondering why would someone bother when there were ships and cruises a plenty over there.

~~~~~
The evening deepened, and if anything the gathered clouds made the bright colours of the sunset even more glorious. Various shades of gold and red coloured the mountaintops, horizon, and the clouds. The ship sailed along gently and slowly, allowing the guests a plentiful opportunity to observe the surrounding beauty. When the colours faded and dusk settled before full darkness, the announcer took to the stage yet again: "Dear guests, the cooks have prepared the most delicious feast in the hall downstairs, as well as other entertainment for your enjoyment."

As promised, the hall - or what passed for it below the deck - was decorated richly along the walls. Along the whole length of one of the walls was set a long table with various meats and other hot meals, a plentiful assortment of desserts, fruits and drinks. A smaller table was at the end of the long table, almost next to the entrance. It held some table games, cards, and even a set of dice for those people who preferred such a form of entertainment. Smaller tables of various sizes were scattered throughout the hall, leaving enough space for some dancing at the further end. Musicians were playing a gentle background music, expecting the guests to aim for the food first instead of straight to dancing. In general, the whole setting seemed to be prepared for calm sort of activities, though perhaps the organisers had prepared something else for later. Or guests themselves might create some sort of excitement other than quiet relaxation.

[Rillewen]

Lord Ademar 'Ansellidus', with Lady Alyssa 'Ansellidus'

The sunset was absolutely gorgeous. Alyssa smiled faintly as she gazed out at the scene, thinking of times in her past when she used to watch similar scenes from the balcony of her room, which she shared with her sister. The latter, of course, would often use the very balcony as a means to escape into secret adventures, to avoid having to focus upon her studies. But sometimes the sisters would sit together to admire the variety of colors painted across the sky, both in the mornings and in the evenings. She missed that, and felt her eyes growing moist as she thought on it. Blinking it away, she let out a soft sigh and tried to put those memories out of mind. These days, she had no balcony, only a window, which faced the wrong way for viewing either sunrise or sunset.

The announcer had returned, with news of what sounded like an elaborate banquet. Listening, but with her gaze still upon the last colors of the sunset, Alyssa let her thoughts drift again, briefly.
"Shall we go below?" Mar tugged at her arm, drawing Alyssa out of her thoughts. Though reluctant to leave the view, it she wordlessly went along, hoping it would be warmer there, than on deck. The sunset was mostly over now, anyway. Remembering the teacup in her hand, now empty, she paused to set it into a basin meant for collecting the used dishes, and then went along with him.

Entering the hall, Alyssa was glad to get out of the chilly evening air. She stopped to simply gaze at how nicely it was all decorated. "Oh, it's lovely." She tried to get a look at what instruments were use by the musicians, but couldn't get a very good look before she was pulled alongside her husband, to the table he had selected. Mar took a flower from the vase at the center of the table and held it out to her. Holding back a sigh, she took it without much interest, gazing down at the blossom with a small frown. Why did he bring her on this cruise, anyway? For show? Probably. Wishing for any company besides Ademar's, she twirled the flower absently between two fingers as she looked back toward the musicians. The song they were playing was nice, at least, but she really wasn't in a mood for dancing, and certainly not with him, anyway.

Startling slightly as he slid an arm around her shoulders, Alyssa tensed slightly as he leaned close to whisper in her ear. "One might think you were sulking, Alyssa."
She hesitated and then turned to look at him with a tiny, forced, smile. "My apologies." She wondered if he could hear the hint of sarcasm she was unable to filter out of her voice. "Let us try to enjoy the dinner, shall we?"
"That's better," He murmured with a nod. "No more looking so downcast, this is an enjoyable outing. You don't get to attend events like this very often, you should enjoy it while you can."
Alyssa nodded and looked down at the flower again. She had a feeling that was a warning; that if she didn't behave how he wanted her to, he wouldn't let her come on any more outings like this anymore. "It's all so lovely," she remarked with a smile, trying not to think of anything that might upset her again.

[Rillewen]

@Arnyn @Pele Alarion @Romeran

Dinalagossel

Smiling at the server, Dina took the mug carefully. "Thank you sir." She was slightly surprised to realize that he might actually be a bit closer to her age than she had first thought, due to his size and beard and all. She might have imagined it, but it almost seemed as if none of those around her seemed particularly eager about the idea of a dance. Perhaps Dina wasn't alone in that... but she didn't have time to dwell overlong on that matter. Arnyn had a question. Dina hesitated, debating momentarily about how to answer that. "Well, um, originally, I..lived in Rohan." She answered, realizing that may sound a little strange, given she didn't seem at all Rohir. "But, I have lived with my uncle for the last five years. We live in Dol Amroth." She explained. "I'm here with my uncle and my cousin."

About that time, an announcement was made. Dina paused to listen, then remembered her 'mission' and took a glance around. He was leaving! She hesitated for a moment. "Well, I suppose they want us to go down to the dinner now," she mentioned, not wanting to get too far from her quarry, in case she missed something. "I'd better find my uncle and cousin, if you'll excuse me. It was very nice speaking with you all!" She smiled, then moved off toward the hall, trying to make sure not to rush too much. Taking her cup of hot chocolate with her, she sipped on it as she took a careful look around. Soon, Dina had located the man she was trying to spy on, and wandered, as casually as possible, toward a table near theirs. She selected her chair so that she could, perhaps, try to eavesdrop as much as possible. She just hoped she wouldn't run into Meressel just yet, as her cousin might demand she sit with her somewhere else.

[Arnyn]

Aha, food! She couldn't deny that the peckish feeling which had settled in her stomach upon boarding the ship had meanwhile grown a bit. While she wouldn't call herself hungry yet - once you had truly been hungry, you didn't use the word too easily anymore for the feeling most people defined as such - but... she could definitely eat. While she was apprehensive about being enclosed with the number of nobles who had shown up this year, Arnyn wouldn't mind switching locales - to the doubtlessly comfortably warm interior of the vessel. Then she could finally get rid of her cloak, too.

She smiled at Dina's reply. Rohan? And then Dol Amroth? That was interesting - but the girl understandably wanted to find her uncle and cousin now that dinner had been announced. "Bye, Dina. Until later, perhaps. Enjoy your meal!"

Turning to Romeran , Arnyn raised an eyebrow. "And, Romeran? Did you get orders to man some table or other in the hall below deck, or are you stuck here for the clean up?" Then she looked to Pele, while she nodded into the direction the organizers were clearly 'herding' them. Hmm. What a thought. "What do you think? Time to eat?"

[Ercassie]

Addhor Raxëlilta
with Nelladel @Isolde Alarion

“Nor I without you,” Addhor returned honestly, drawing back a moment to admire the woman wholly before him. He certainly wasn’t up to date on ladies fashion, but Nell looked to him as beautiful as the forest canopy painted by the silent evolution of a rising sun, the white city’s muted luminescence under stars, .. were those .. proper comparisons to make ? Before he could venture either, Nell caught him entirely off guard with a compliment. "I think we must," he took her offered arm, as though she'd handed him the world. "You did not dress so fine to stand here in the dark."

The deck was already awash with excitement, the cool evening air lending goosebumps to the small knots of gathered anticipation. The scenery promised to be breathtaking, and Addhor noted Nell admiring the ship itself, silent in his admiration that she would even take the time to do so. Most thought first or even only of fine wines and opulent foodstuffs; the servers offering refreshments were already overwhelmed by attention. Her cousin was amongst them, he noted, with a small smile to see Pele enjoying herself for once. His own cousin was also aboard it would seem, though the man did not stare too long a time in the wake of Isys. As his companion proposed their own refreshment, the vessel stirred into motion and he readied to catch an unsteadied Nell, only to find she’d managed it only a little belatedly herself.

“Mine is hid away in a cabin somewhere,” he promised her of sea legs, hoping that was where the helpful assistants had taken the crutch with his luggage. He did not expect he would need it, but it did not hurt to be prepared. He had been still finding his feet, quite literally, when he had first met Nelladel, but that was several years ago now. The wooden leg was far more convenient, particularly as it gave him both hands free. And practice had made his gait far stronger by now. As had the confidence her pleasant company inspired. “So I promise if you fall I will keep you company,” he smiled, offering a hand as anchor in spite of the joke. The fact of it being a river cruise meant that they ought not be too greatly troubled by tides or tilting once they were away with the current. At least not this far upriver. He wasn’t sure though, now that the thought arrived, quite how far the cruise went. He had seen people experience nausea from the motion before out at sea, and dearly hoped that any such affliction would not ruin Nell’s evening.

“In my experience it is best to wait until both seated and a little more settled,” he advised therefore, when refreshments were offered. “Though if you would like something warm to stave off the chill .. ?” The crowd about the server allowed them time to bask in the tapestry of night’s hue, no time to even notice any wait. “Have you ever sailed before ?” Addhor had been given one piece of advice, and that was ask no questions which can be answered by just yes or no. Too late to correct that now, he reflected, as they took in the performance of the rousing stars. The master of ceremonies, that same announcer as before returned soonafter, to direct folk where a far more extensive variety of foods and drinks were available. Games to play, tables to sit at, room for dancing .. They really had put a lot of thought into this.

“Dare we delve a little further undercover?” he put to her, already forgetting the advice on smalltalk, as he endeavoured to take the lead a little, at last. “See what strange rituals these fine folks would have us take part in next ?”

[Ercassie]

Lady Ilisys Azrubêl, of Lond Côl
with Lady Ciconia of Lamedon @Pele Alarion

The very important cat and her keeper achieved what Isys might not have managed herself, which was to see Pele aboard, short of physically carrying the other woman and locking her in a cabin someplace. That would not have allowed for the Masterhealer to actually relax of course, which was at least part of the Lady’s motive. So it was a satisfied smile which recognised Arnyn as a further means of suitably entertaining Pele without need for such duress.

Allowed thus a moment from her designs, the Belfalasian was at peace to lean a whisper at a servant’s ear and have him lead her down to examine her cabin. Presumably it was her cabin, for there was no cause elaborated on, for her to examine anybody else’s. Or that an employee who cared for his job and wage about the ship, would permit such a thing. Before the deck was not yet dispersed of guests, she returned, to orbit the more populated region of the ship. Her grey eyes did not lend long upon the dance of the stars overhead, nor the slow revelation of the mountains into pale isles of the knighted sky. Rather the diverse cast of characters presented more close at hand, each telling as much in their actions as in their appearance, what might be expected of them.

There were always surprises of course, and the closeted environment held them captive to her quiet attention. There were only so many places aboard a ship that one might go, and Isys was very well acquainted with ships ... Although it would not be entirely impossible to flee from their transport, she doubted that many, having done themselves up in such fine garb, would truly wish to, except under the most dire need. As far as Isys was concerned, thankfully, they had just left the most obvious reason to beware back in the city.

There were children aboard, which surprised her. Although all seemed to be quite accounted for. People settled into their assumed roles, or the roles they wished to be assumed of them. She sidled through, about and amidst them all as though they were exhibits, mighty sculptures set about a garden where she lurked, to have their true nature interpreted. Stalling not to interact with any yet, as though all were some clue of the game which would be revealed in due course. It was then only when faced with another, employed in just as antisocial a pursuit as she was herself, that Isys let fall the hem she had been swaying in one hand. She faced the stranger head on, as though a fraternal mirror reflection stood between them, rather than simply curiosity.

“A person might believe it so,” she returned courteously, tilting her regard about the elaborate other lady. And without catching breath at how the stranger guessed she frequented Dol Amroth, before even her accent could have given her away, Isys smiled. “For what other reason would there be ?” she asked. Somewhere beyond their understated conversation, announcements were made of the activities available. She made no sign of having heard any of it.